It felt stupid.
Telling Veronica, someone who was naturally concerned about his safety and whose duty revolved around protecting the law and ensuring the safety of every Nightwalker, felt incredibly foolish.
And yet, here he was.
Confessing what he truly wanted to do. The reason he had embraced the powers he possessed. The thing that made him feel truly alive.
He was telling her what he genuinely desired.
"I want to hunt, Veronica." He let out a weary sigh. "I want to be myself without any protocol, reports, or restrictions. Even if it isn't often, just once in a while, I want to relive the days when I didn't have to think about public safety, the rules every Nightwalker has to follow, or any of that."
Veronica remained silent, listening until he had finished.
Her expression stayed calm. There was no visible concern, no dramatic reaction. She simply listened.
Kyle's shoulders slumped as he leaned back in his chair.
