"Show a little more happiness," Edward asked, a smile on his lips.
"...what?" John replied, his expression hard.
Both of their hands were bound, treated like criminals and guarded closely aboard a ship.
Destination: Sancta Vedelia.
"I said, try to be happy about being with your brother-in-law," Edward repeated.
"Fuck off," John shot back.
Sitting on the cold, damp ground, John rested his arm on his knee with an annoyed expression.
"It's also for Layla's sake," Edward reminded John, his tone serious.
"I know. I just despise this Game," John admitted.
"What don't you hate?" Edward scoffed. "Except Layla, of course."
"You seem too carefree, Edward, considering how the First Game ended," John said but didn't finish, noting the stiffness in Edward's expression.
After all, it had barely been a month since Thomen's and Elona's deaths.
