Darian stayed quiet for a few seconds after Trafalgar and Caelum finished speaking.
The room had gone calmer, but not lighter. The conversation had already crossed past courtesy, and all three of them knew it. Darian took a breath, as if deciding whether the next question was worth the risk.
In the end, he asked it.
"Can I ask you something personal, Trafalgar?"
Trafalgar lifted his cup slightly, drank, and put it down again.
"You already started. Go on."
Darian's ears twitched once before he spoke.
"Do you hate your family?"
Caelum did not move behind Trafalgar. He remained where he was, silent, hands behind his back, the perfect shadow to his young master.
Trafalgar, however, did not answer right away.
He stayed still, one hand near the cup, the other resting against the arm of the chair. Darian watched him carefully, but there was no challenge in his face. Only real curiosity.
Trafalgar finally spoke.
"What they did to me doesn't have a name."
