Even after everything Trafalgar said, Esmond was clearly thrown off.
For the first time since entering Matteo's house, that pleasant rot in his voice lost part of its rhythm. Trafalgar du Morgain should not have known he was alive. He should not have known his name, his work, his past, or enough about him to come with questions already prepared. A student of the Academy, an heir of House Morgain, appearing from behind Matteo's walls was not a coincidence anyone sane would accept.
Matteo was the first to speak, because his patience had finally cracked under the weight of too many impossible things arriving at once.
"Wait, wait, wait. What is happening right now?" Matteo's cane struck the floor as he turned toward Selara. "Trafalgar du Morgain? Why is he here? Selara, do you have anything you would like to explain before this room becomes even more absurd?"
Selara did not move from her place near the table. Her attention remained on Esmond, but her answer went to Matteo.
