"Why involve my sister at all… when they could simply handle it for you?"
The question lingered between them, carried quietly by the wind that drifted across the rooftop. For several moments neither of them spoke. Liam remained leaning lightly against the stone barrier, his red eyes still fixed on the distant horizon where the skyline of Grandeur City stretched endlessly into the fading afternoon light.
Eventually, Liam spoke.
"With a mind like yours," he said smoothly, his voice calm and unhurried, "I know you already have an answer to your own question."
Percy did not immediately respond.
Instead, he turned his gaze away from Liam and looked out toward the horizon as well, mirroring the posture Liam had taken earlier. From where they stood, the city below looked distant and peaceful, its activity reduced to quiet movement far beneath the towering height of the academy.
"I probably do," Percy admitted at last.
His tone remained calm, but there was certainty behind his words.
