"You are really cruel, you know that?" Makary asked, watching how I took my time to change to a fresh set of clothes.
Given where I was going and what I was going to do soon, this seemed like a redundant, unnecessary action. After all, why change my bloodied clothes if I was going to get blood on them again anyway?
"I'm pragmatic," I replied, minding not the man's intense stare. "I don't want to claim too much merit, but I believe one of the major reasons why the princess didn't join the attack are my threats. And with the small oopsie of bringing a small group instead of an army…"
For a moment, only silence hung in the air between the two of us.
"Your plan is cruel, but I can see why you are going through with it," Makary spoke, opting to change his approach rather than foolhardly pressing with his former, accusatory stance.
And seeing no reaction from me, he sighed.
"I don't mean to blame or insult you. In fact, I'm quite… impressed."
