"Consider it?" Ryan murmured right in front of the girl.
He repeated the word in a low voice, letting the sound slowly fade away beneath the cold light of the solitary plaza.
He stared intently at Priscilla's face, detailing the seriousness in her eyes before making a decision regarding the proposal they had just presented to him.
He simply walked right between them.
He moved with firm steps, cutting through the physical space separating the red-haired saint and the blonde hero. He brushed against the fine fabrics of both their clothes as he advanced with total indifference toward the center of the street.
"Right now it is not like you actually have anything, a plan, any real progress; you have only formulated theories within a pathetic group of heroes." He said without turning around, keeping his back entirely to them.
