'Or maybe he did!' Demorian argued, clearly unwilling to concede. 'Think about it, protege. The bastard was standing around for quite some time before you arrived. Maybe he was figuring out what to do. For all we know, his plan was to kill those twelve quickly and get the hell out before the rest showed up.'
'That's not why he was waiting,' Zephyrion replied. 'Think about it. What was the first thing he did before jumping down?'
'He… gave that rather touching speech about risking his life for what he believes in?'
'Exactly. He put on a show. He wasn't waiting because he needed time to think. He was waiting for an audience.'
'The town daddy?'
Who the fuck calls them daddy? Zephyrion shook his head and continued.
