His eyes just stayed there, locked onto the words as they settled into place, one by one, like something quietly rearranging his priorities whether he liked it or not.
Above him, the stream went still. Like a breath caught too long in a crowded room. Messages slowed, spacing out as if even they were waiting now. Watching. Expecting something to crack through that calm deadpan face of his.
A reaction.
Shock.
Excitement.
Fear.
Anything.
Instead—
Si Hon exhaled.
Slow. Casual.
His eyes narrowed just slightly, not in tension, but in mild focus— like he was rereading something that didn't quite impress him the first time.
"Huh."
The sound slipped out flat, almost absentminded. His shoulders lifted in a small shrug, the kind you'd give a minor inconvenience. "So that's it…" he muttered, tone low, uninterested. "Survive, save people, kill stuff… two months…"
