Now, it was just the three of us left in the room: me, Vexa, and Aron. This felt like the right moment to clear up whatever had happened earlier that morning, back when I'd dropped Raven off on the outskirts of Solstice.
"So, are we going to discuss something, or are we just supposed to stare at each other?" I asked, sending Smokeball a quick look. He hopped down, stretching his tiny form.
"I'll guard the place," he murmured in that familiar tone before disappearing into the shadows.
Vexa, on the other hand, leaned back slightly in her chair, putting a bit more distance between us. Her gaze was intense and unreadable, as always. She had a habit of pausing before speaking, creating a strange tension that I'd almost grown accustomed to over time. There was no rush; with Vexa, patience was a requirement.
"You're under no god," she finally said, her eyes holding a gleam that was hard to decipher.
