"Why tell me this now?" inquired the newly revived Aceline.
"Because," he leaned to place a hand on her knee, "-I need your help. I've said what I wanted to say, my involvement, and the future that is to follow. You're the only one who knows so much about me ever since I've reawakened."
"What if I take this information to the officials," her eyes narrowed, Igna resettled into his chair. The studio over the tinted mirror, the instruments, and the atmosphere had sparked interest in the idol's heart.
