"I am a tired man in need of retirement. I only want to live a calm life," Maxwell said, wearing a brilliant, dazzling smile.
Hearing the entirety of Maxwell's words, the maniacal smile that hung on Charles' lips slowly faded. And the fog of rage that had threatened to consume him gradually dissipated, clearing from his eyes.
And in the wake of clarity devoid of rage, Charles Liam Flameworth shedded tears.
"I still do not understand," he said, voice low, somber and quaking. "I'm confused, Maxwell."
Maxwell, with his smile slowly faltering, closed his eyes, unwilling to watch this man cry.
In the next moment, Blank wiped the tears in his eyes, taking a step closer to Maxwell.
Frilo, still hovering on Maxwell's shoulder, frowned, uneasy.
Through their soul-link, Maxwell communicated with Frilo, telling it to mellow, that the time for malice was over.
Maxwell stood face-to-face with Blank. And their eyes bore into each other.
