"Kree."
Amethiel looks up at the monster, who looks down at him.
There was a pause between them, quiet but not empty.
Kree's gaze lingered longer than usual, almost fixed, like it was taking him in more carefully than before.
"Today's the day," Amethiel says, reaching for the high-quality black leash. It was smooth to the touch, well-crafted, and lined with amethyst gems that caught the light with every slight movement, glinting faintly in the dimness of the lab.
"Master…" Kree's distorted voice whispered, the sound low and uneven, yet softer than it used to be.
It looked down at Amethiel, its glowing eyes locked onto him, almost as if it couldn't look away.
"What?" Amethiel asks, tilting his head slightly. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
He didn't expect an answer.
He never did.
It was nice to act like Kree was communicative from time to time, though.
But to his surprise—
"Mag… ma… magni… magni…"
