"You're Valente..." She trailed off, staring at him.
He frowned, reading her thoughts. "What the fuck, Suni?!" He got up, letting her go from his embrace as she looked at him shocked. "Seriously!? You're doubting me?" He exclaimed, glaring at her.
"...I am sorry."
"Sorry doesn't change your thoughts. You're doubting me... I am Valente! Your Valente. Not the one who's being manipulated by Scarlax!"
"I-"
He fumed in anger, "I can't believe it!" Scoffing he continued, "Was it Ian? Ian is suspecting me?"
"How'd you know?" Her eyes wide as she questioned
"I can read your thoughts, you absolute dumbass. And right now, this is really fucked up. Seriously y'all doubting me?! I spent almost seven fucking months training, meditating just so I could fight."
