Judge stared at Selena, then at the empty throne room, then back at Selena.
"…So this is it? No dramatic lightning? No ghostly encore? Not even a slow clap?" He raised his hands to the ceiling. "You drop the whole 'kill the gods, break the cycle' bombshell and just… Irish exit? Real classy, Clio."
Selena snored softly. Judge squinted. "Oh, sure. You get beauty sleep. I get existential trauma. Totally balanced arrangement."
He pushed himself to his feet, dusting off his coat.
"But considering you spent your entire rebirth inside a cozy dark cell with bad wifi and absolutely no games, I'll let this slide."
The sound of his boots echoed far too dramatically for a man who was basically babysitting a comatose girl.
