Silence.
Nick looked at Wyntor with an unreadable expression.
"What do you mean?" he asked, a slight bit of agitation audible in the back of his voice.
Wyntor took a deep breath.
"I killed the kid," Wyntor said, looking at Nick.
Nick just looked into Wyntor's eyes without blinking.
"I told the Dreamer to kill him."
"If he somehow woke up, I was sure that he would try to take revenge at some point. On top of that, I was sure that he would hate you, which would cause issues for you."
"If he survived, you would never be able to come to terms with your past. Only if he-"
BOOOOM!
Nick grabbed the desk between them and threw it against the wall before his hand moved towards Wyntor's neck.
Instantly, a blue gleam appeared around Wyntor's body.
