Get out?
The command wasn't anything new for Sandro.
He stood up from the chair without wasting time, a determined look on his face as he headed to the door. He paused for a brief moment however, and Ewan inhaled sharply at the familiar wave of déjà vu that washed over him.
It was an unsettling reminder of years ago, when Sandro had similarly paused after he had told him to get out because the latter had been pleading Athena's case at that time.
This déjà vu didn't just come with nostalgia; it brought an uneasy feeling along with it. What if his friend was right, just as he had been six years ago?
"I don't know what to say again, Ewan. You've seen Athena since she came back. Does she count as someone with underhanded tactics? If I should say, she is very admirable—unlike someone else I know who keeps leeching off others' successes."
Ewan didn't even need to ask who that "someone else" was; he was all too aware.
