Leo was barely thinking of confessing to the detective about his relationship to Zella Albert. Both of them have the same fates, same destinations, and homelands to get over with. Leo's wrist was getting painful, throbbing in vain, already trying to burst out of the unfathomable pain grinding inside her veins.
If only he knew the effect of Tempus Moneda on a sitstill, he'd never bother to escape Telamur six years ago. Leo could die if it becomes torturous. Leo quietly hissed as he contemplated the words he needed to get rid off of his mouth. Zella was already tied at a chair with sharks underneath the wooden plank, swarming in the water to eat some flesh.
Leo waited for a couple of minutes, stared at the detective for a while, before confessing, "She's my wife. Zella Albert is my wife."
