Ch. 150: Ever The Lone Observer
I leaned back in my chair, surveying the scene unfolding before me. This alliance of mine— each member had a role, each meant something to me in one way or another, though they didn't yet fully know what they meant to each other. In the quiet moments, watching them interact, I felt the faintest glimmer of something resembling nostalgia for a future we had yet to reach.
Across the room, Hermes approached Talos, his usual gleam of mischief in his eyes. "Hehe, hi, Miss Talos. I'm sorta a fan of yours though I did expect you to be a guy. What a bummer," he said, extending a hand in exaggerated politeness.
Who knew Hermes would be a fan?
