[ Decline ]
That's what Arlok pressed; his eyes focused on the inscription, and the tip of his finger touched the hovering screen.
"Why?" the silhouette asked.
"You know, in the last month, I've met so many. So many events in such a short time – terrifying. There were my people, non-humans, and something more ancient," as Arlok spoke, he was sinking.
"A tough case; you haven't refused me in a long time," he smiled, although it was nearly impossible to notice.
"What are you talking about?" Arlok's eyebrows shot up.
"Let me first explain; the more I tell you, the less time I can be here. That is, I can't speak directly."
Arlok nodded in agreement. He didn't know what else to say; in this being, he saw no usefulness.
"It's hard to talk to you," the silhouette touched his forehead.
