"Who would dare to suggest that you are capable of taking someone's life after that act of selflessness, Milord?" Fabian commented casually as they retraced their steps through the bustling streets back to the alley where they had emerged from that morning.
Even though it was now evening, the activity on Aureya's streets showed no signs of abating, making them wonder if these people ever took a break.
"Shut up," Azel commanded quietly, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. "I wasn't being selfless."
"Of course, you weren't," Fabian conceded dryly. "You were being utterly selfish for granting that man what he had been pleading for all day and more."
Azel let out a breath. "...You wouldn't understand."
His aide only scoffed in response. "You underestimate my ability to comprehend you, Milord."
Azel's composure faltered visibly, but he continued walking as though nothing was wrong, leaving his aide to watch him cautiously.
