âIf I had it my way, neither of you would be here.â They were both people who had ruined their own lives, and had a tendency for ruining the lives of those around them. The travelers lost their magic because of their misgivings, countless people had lost their lives, and for what? A betrayal a thousand years old? Considering who was at play though, their pettiness did nothing to surprise her, the same way his dramatic acceptance of her offer warranted nothing but an eye roll. âOne, Iâd have to check with the former resident before I do anything. It was tailor made for him, and it wouldnât surprise me if he had to go back in, and Iâd hate to give him some unwanted company.â she started, crossing her arms as she looked at him suspiciously âAnd two, do you know what a prison world is? What it entails? Because from my point of view, it couldnât be much better than spending millennia as a glorified rock.â
đş â âYou and me both.â His words were delivered in the same flat yet frustrated tone as her own. Then his eyes sparkled with that darkness they sometimes had, the devil in his gaze. âLook at us. Agreeing on something. Iâd call that progress.â He was patient and respectful as she laid out her terms -- however, his hand did not lower until she had completely finished. âI have the general idea,â he assured. There was a moment where he didnât say anything. The point she made was not only a good one, but inspiring. âYou check in with your prisoner, and Iâll.. tie up loose ends.â Something in the way he worded his statement was enough to warrant concern; the way he smiled at her did little to neutralize it.Â