Morvane hesitated, his thoughts a swirling chaos of doubt and fear. He couldn't meet Medas' piercing gaze, knowing that his friend would see right through him.
"What are you hiding, Morvane?" Medas asked, his tone heavy with suspicion.
Morvane shifted uncomfortably, his mind racing for an excuse, an escape. His body betrayed him, his palms damp, his heartbeat a steady drum in his ears. Finally, he forced a nervous laugh, waving off the tension.
"Ah-ah, my body is just tired—after everything we've been through lately, I feel like I'm still out of shape. It's nothing more than that," Morvane said, his voice too light, too casual.
Medas narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. "Then tell me whatever Hiraya told you."
