Jason's tone shifted as he chuckled, an unsettling edge to his demeanor. "You aren't a good man yourself."
"Never claimed to be," Adrien responded nonchalantly. He casually dragged a stool, settling in front of Jason with a leisurely grace. Crossing one leg over the other, he observed Jason with an amused curiosity, anticipating the direction in which their conversation was about to unfold.
The dim light in the room cast shadows on Adrien's face, accentuating the enigmatic smile playing on his lips.
"We are so alike, Adrien. I've heard tales about the kind of person you've been since childhood. The very cause of your mother's death, remember?" Jason's voice carried a twisted sense of camaraderie, as if attempting to find common ground in the darkness that shrouded both their lives.
