"Protege… help this ancestor understand something. Why in all the worlds did we stop… here?"
"…I told her to meet me here. I'm waiting for her."
Demorian blinked, then stared at him for a moment as though waiting for the rest of the explanation. "Wait… wait. You don't mean you still plan on having that meeting after everything that just happened?"
"I do."
Demorian simply stared at him.
"…why?"
He looked genuinely close to losing his mind.
"What do you think will happen if she comes and I'm not here? It'll only make things worse." Zephyrion swallowed again, his breathing growing labored. "Besides, you were the one who told me to do this in the first place. Don't start changing your words now."
"That was before you murdered someone, Protege!" Demorian jabbed a finger towards where they'd just come from.
