The exact microsecond Yogev heard Heigl declare him a corrupted soul, a slow, dark smile spread across his lips. The harsh description aligned with his true nature with absolute perfection, yet witnessing that unhinged reaction caused Heigl to feel as though he were confronting a deeply unstable lunatic.
Suppressing the urge to inflict physical harm, Heigl merely stood there, a sudden wave of severe dizziness washing over his frame as he turned back toward the intricate transportation device he had spent the past three months attempting to restore.
He completely severed all communication, deciding Yogev no longer deserved a single spoken word.
"You are sick," Yogev noted, his tone dropping into a tight, urgent register. "You admitted as much only moments ago. You are required to rest. You will inflict catastrophic damage upon your frame if you continue to push yourself."
