Whatever Kyle had walked out as, he had walked out owned at the soul.
Unfortunately, the view currently flooding Phei's awareness in excruciating high-definition first-person was nothing short of ocular treason.
"Oh my fucking—" he snapped Kyle's sight shut so fast his own head physically jerked.
Cassiopeia broke off mid-demand that Eira evacuate her skull and swivelled to stare at him. Eira pivoted as well, tiny face frozen in mid-retort.
Phei had both hands clamped over his own eyes, pressing as though double-sealing the lids might somehow retroactively erase the crime he had just witnessed.
"Master?"
"Nope."
"Master, what—"
"Nope nope nope nope nope."
Eira floated closer, one crystalline hand pressed theatrically to her cheek, dark-diamond eyes already sparkling with unholy glee. "What did you see, master?"
"I will not be speaking about it."
"Master."
