"Are you finished?" The Wayfarer asked blankly.
Isonoe spun around and landed gracefully on her chair, legs crossed in a seductive pose. "Of course. So, where were we?"
Her carefree attitude confused Laemno, prompting him to glance at The Wayfarer. "Aren't you going to avenge your friend?"
"What would be the point?" The Wayfarer shook his head. "Revenge won't quell my anger, nor will it help me mourn her. Furthermore, Amalthea was peculiar in the sense that she found beauty in the search itself, seeing it as proof of piety towards the Blessed Creator."
He lowered his head, gazing at the darkened blood patches on the floor. "However brutal her demise was, I am sure she felt more enthrallment at Isonoe's passion than fear for her own life. If she didn't find fault in her death, why would I?"
