"Don't lie to me, I can tell." Fegan reminded, shaking his head, cautious about his plans to do otherwise.
'There's no way.' Nix concluded.
"How could I possibly be from another world, there is only one wor–"
"How many times do I have to say, do not lie to me?!" Fegan punched on the tabletop in frustration.
His expression dulled, the moment Fegan had spoken. There was no way he could accurately explain where he originated from, nor could he trust him enough to explain what was going on.
Feeling his heart thump in his chest as Fegan's eyes bored into his, he tore his gaze away.
'You need to calm down, there can't be anyone who knows about my weird travel into my art piece.' He told himself, exhaling to maintain his calm.
"I don't know why you would think I could come from another world. Is there another I didn't know of?" He questioned, folding his arms.
"Hmmm..." Fegan hummed, looking over at his daughter who stirred in her sleep.
