"Why the rush? Afraid to stay?... Pussy," Ling Yue taunted.
"You didn't actually say that..." replied the Seer with surprise, a slight smile creeping up on his face.
"I did, and I just had an epiphany of sorts. Clearly, this isn't going to work if I want to make it work..."
"Great? No more... all this heavy emotional shit that I would rather not deal with... great epiphany. Let that be a lesson to not be like me. This is a great resolution—sudden and anticlimactic. I would not have it any other way! Now that the awkward hostility is gone, I shall take my leave," the Seer interrupted, as joyous as he could be, although initially a bit confused.
"I never said that it was gone... it was gone from your end, not mine," Ling Yue continued, fidgeting with her hair, a sudden and not all that bad air of confidence surrounding her now.
The Seer, who was about to leave, found his joints frozen stiff, the cold spreading throughout with the passage of blood.
