Gabriel's eyes flickered back to the empty balcony, his unease growing. He quickly masked it, his demeanor returning to its usual coolness. With a flick of his wrist, he smoothed out the wrinkles in his robe, attempting to ignore the weight on his chest. This was not the place or time to discuss the director's suspect disappearance; he was confident that Max and Damian were also looking into it. Gabriel needed to learn to trust others to do their jobs for once.
"I suppose the Emperor expects me to be so prepared for the Blue Ether Project that I do not need sleep, food, or the luxury of a simple conversation," he said with a mock sigh and a sarcastic tone. "A brilliant plan, really. Who needs rest when you can obsess over every last detail of a project that may or may not ever see the light of day?"
