"No…" Amethiel whispers, his eyes wide.
His hands were shaking.
It wasn't the controlled kind of shaking he could hide.
It was obvious, small tremors running through his fingers as he stared at them, as something inside him had just been struck too hard.
"You knew you should've given it, right? The royal family has more advanced technology; they handle all the new monsters. If anything, what we're doing is illegal." Hyacinthe says, crossing his arms against his chest.
"It's…" Amethiel couldn't speak now, for once, he was speechless.
His throat felt tight.
His thoughts were there, rushing, but none of them were forming into words.
"Tsk." Lilior clicked his tongue. "If Johnson hadn't said anything, we wouldn't have realized. You certainly have been playing us, Amie. You're using your cleverness to treat us like fools."
'This can't be happening.' Amethiel thought, staring down at his hands resting on his lap.
