Antonin looks at Regan for a moment before turning away.
"A lot…" He muttered.
Regan sat in silence for a moment before continuing, her eyes looking at her hand. "Tell me."
Antonin let out a deep sigh. "This might take a while."
"Make it quick then," Regan muttered, "cuz' my memories don't even allow me to remember."
"Ok then… I guess we'll start at breakfast then?" Antonin cocked his head.
"Hmm," Regan nodded. Her eyes had dimmed and her arm trembled a bit.
Antonin noticed. He was far more scared. Scared he might say the wrong thing, scared he might mess up on his fib, scared she'll be able to find out the truth. He wasn't scared for how she'd react but for how he'd react. It was made very clear how it would end if he messed up. It wasn't said explicitly, but it was said in between all the words Vixen had preached, there was his end hidden in the facts.
