I take another step back and almost trip on a rock. My hands tremble.
My questions grow in number like heads of the Hydra, and Zeke is not in the hurry to throw in some fire. But this metaphor isn't just puzzling—it doesn't bode well for me, no matter how I look at it.
It feels weirdly sexual, for one thing. Which shouldn't send through me that spike of a thrill, but it does.
"I-I don't get it. What do you mean by this charade, Zeke? Please…" I fall silent, feeling foolish for even trying to plead with a chthonic monster to be easier to understand.
Zeke's hands drop to his sides. He shakes his head with a smirk. "Knowledge is a precious thing, my Maya. It shouldn't come freely to any fool. It must be worked for, less the idiots throw the world into an abyss. But I am as eager to end this as you are, yes… Very well."
Zeke turns silent for a second, which gives me an opportunity to gather some semblance of a calm before he speaks again.
