A silence hung in the air, so heavy that one would have thought that Grey might want to break it just to free them of the awkwardness.
But he didn't.
He let it sit, and he stared through Breejah's soul like his gaze was a dagger and the time between them was one twist of his wrist after another.
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[GreyDominion: OH SHIT HE DID IT! WHAT A MADLAD]
[SpellSeeker: You know, every time you hype him up like this it's basically just begging to get him killed, right? This man is insane. Does he know anything about Muse Incorporated? If he [REDACTED]]
[PressingAlarm: Muse Incorporated is a very reputable company. What are you trying to imply? ]
[GreyDominion: Somebody get this fucking bot out of here.]
[PressingAlarm: I am not a bot]
[GreyDominion: Could have fooled me with that stick up your ass.]
[PressingAlarm: You're the bot. You literally have his name in your user. How much did you pay for that? He said something without any evidence at all and you just take it at face value?]
