Emir leaned back in the chair, his sunglasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose, revealing eyes that were as black as void.
"Judas is a professor... yes."
Aquila's brows furrowed.
"Then why?... Why the fuck is he still kept around? Why is the principal allowing someone like him to live?!"
His voice became louder at the end as his anger burned brighter with each word:
"Especially NOW after everything he did?!"
Emir's smile widened.
"I'm batshit crazy, yes? You are too, yes?..."
Before Aquila could say anything back, Emir revealed where he was going with this:
"Amon isn't."
In a world where everyone was "fucked in the head," the scariest ones were those who remained sane.
Both of them understood that.
