Leonardo stood in the center of the room, his eyes lingering on the intricate shapes Adalaide had carved with fervor into the walls.
He was supposed to apologize, mend the rift his actions had caused, but here he is using her for information, finding himself in a strange standoff with this erratic, unpredictable woman.
Her tears from earlier seemed forgotten, replaced by a manic focus as she continued sketching out geometric shapes with the precision of someone trying to solve a great cosmic puzzle.
"How did you get flame manipulation?" Leonardo asked, his voice low but insistent. He wasn't sure if he was speaking as an investigator or a reluctant confidant, but he needed to know more. This woman—she was a riddle wrapped in a labyrinth.
Adalaide's eyes flicked up to him briefly before returning to her work, as if the question barely warranted her attention. "Killing someone," she replied flatly, then seemed to reconsider.
