"Don't assume. Tell me what you know."
Raven's patience was wearing thin, especially after he had gone through the trouble of revealing some things about himself.
He previously thought that Zephyr would simply reciprocate but,
"What I know, huh? I know that you're one of them. I know that many of them were murdered in cold blood. And I think you killed them."
At those words, the Wind around Zephyr settled.
He lowered his Weapons.
"Finally some truth comes out of your mouth."
"So I'm right?" Raven asked, his eyes shining.
"By truth, I mean something you believe to be true."
"Mm. Is that so?"
Cold winds passed by, and Zephyr remained silent.
"So? Will you satisfy my curiosity, or will I have to beat it out of you?"
"Why would a Vampire Lord care?"
"Don't forget who you're talking to. You're flying too high for your own good and..." Raven's eyes narrowed. "And you will end up burnt."
