Despair's deadpan expression morphed into a look of quiet contentment.
'His face pisses me off.'
The little bastard had pushed Ixion's boundaries and measured just how far the lunatic king would go. It was through their interaction in the garden that it had been semi-confirmed that Despair would have free rein to study the Chest.
Not that Ixion was intent on letting that happen without repercussions.
In fact…
'I should steal his key before I leave for Praxis, shouldn't I?'
He'd already been planning to do just that, but now he had a secondary motive.
Despair, mightily pleased with himself, began to slowly rise, but Ixion gestured for him to stay.
"Before you go, dear bastard, I have something I wish to ask."
Despair tilted his head slightly.
"What point is there in asking something I'll assuredly deny you an answer to?"
"Will you now? I was only going to ask what my jester did to you—and how you two are connected."
