Williams hesitated, the silence stretching just enough to let the tension settle between them. His eyes darted briefly toward the hooded figure, taking in the shadowy figure's stillness.
Finally, he exhaled, breaking the stillness.
"Two things," Williams began, his voice steady but laced with caution. "First, I want the freedom to act as I see fit. No strings pulling me like a puppet."
He paused, his gaze sharpening. "And second, I want you to make Nolan your Walker too."
The hooded figure tilted his head, the faint outline of a smirk barely visible beneath the darkness of his hood. His voice, smooth and unhurried, resonated through the air like a low hum.
"Freedom is a luxury, Williams. It comes with its price. But I can grant you that—as long as you don't sully my name. Instead, you will bring glory to it. That is non-negotiable."
