[You mean it?]
The question echoed quietly inside Razeal's mind. It was only three words, yet they made him pause. Never before had he heard Villey ask something in that tone. It was still the same voice, but there was something different beneath it, something quieter, almost hesitant. For a being that always acted as though nothing in existence mattered, asking for confirmation itself felt strange.
Razeal stood there in the ruined throne room, surrounded by broken marble, cracks spreading across the floor, and the throne buried deep inside the stone wall. Dust still floated lazily through the air from his earlier outburst, yet his expression softened just a little. A faint smile, tired but genuine, appeared on his face.
"Obviously," he replied without the slightest hesitation, as though the answer should have been clear from the beginning.
"Of course I mean it."
Silence followed after that.
