Seeing someone familiar standing on the other side of Caster's body, Atlas knew that this couldn't be a coincidence.
"You manufactured this situation?"
Caster did not die immediately upon being pierced twice. He stood there between them for several seconds, their blades still in his body, and bled out before his body went limp.
Only then did the two of them withdraw their blades in unison.
"I did."
The answer to Atlas' question also came.
"I didn't think you were the scheming type, Jason."
The signature silly expression on his face was gone. He looked like a completely different person from the jovial man he was around his comrades.
"I don't like to scheme, sure, but I'll scheme if I need to. It just so happens that I need to right now."
They were both being uncharacteristic of themselves for a reason that was obviously manifesting between them. Atlas felt it the moment his blade made contact with the enemy.
