Hearing his suggestion, Azriel laughed.
No—genuinely, he laughed.
Not to mock Mirius. Not to provoke him.
He just honestly found it funny that Mirius was about to decide his fate with a coin toss.
Leaning back against the table, Azriel crossed his arms, watching with open amusement.
"I imagine your boss won't be too thrilled. Nor will Neo Genesis, considering what you're about to do. Think carefully, Mirius."
"Boss is boss," Mirius replied smoothly, "but that doesn't mean I must obey him. From the conclusion I've drawn from our little chat, I deem this the most suitable choice."
A brown coin appeared between Mirius's ring and index finger. He held it up for Azriel to see.
"Heads or tails?"
Azriel smirked, tapping his finger idly against his arm before answering.
"Tails."
Mirius nodded, his tone casual as if he weren't deciding life and death.
"Tails—I make you my prisoner. Heads—I kill you."
