"What is it what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
The white-haired man, who had his arms spread open with a wide grin on his face, asked the opposing person, his tone indicating that he didn't mean to ask but rather, humiliate the other.
"Right right, you don't know, you don't remember!"
"...What do you want to say?"
For some reason, Roy couldn't move from his position or say anything. He'd come here first to try his luck and attempt to stop this man's crazed plans, be it by conversation or by force, yet, he refrained from charging forward. Not immediately, at least.
With brows knitted, he glared at his old friend, asking him to explain more. If this was going to be the last time they'd meet, then it wouldn't hurt to hear this person's words.
"So you finally see me worthy enough to have a conversation with."
"Since it'll be the last time we'll meet each other."
