ā iād recognize those eyes anywhere. ā
He casually pulls his hood back up over his head, glancing over to the indigo blood. He felt his blood curling, but he had to keep it together.
ā Ahā¦were you talking to me? Iām sorry, Iām afraid Iāveā¦never seen you before in my life, you must have me mistaken, sir. ā
No. No, he knew who this was. The hood worn only raised more flags, red and vivid like the pupils heād gleaned.Ā There was no mistaking it. Weeks of tracking for the empire, and heād found them in a swap meet? Comical.
Heād stride after them, steps brisk and deliborate. This is the moment, and he knows. A hand tightly grips the suspects shoulder. It is hard, unwavering. Tragic.
āSignless. You are wanted for crimes against the empire.ā