"Hah! You're just jealous this king has one and you don't!" Nico barked, squeaky voice somehow carrying royal indignation.
"Jealous? Hardly. My rights outstrip yours a hundredfold," Vorta shot back, smugness coiled around every syllable.
Their bickering ricocheted off the walls, and with every exchange the air thickened. My ears rang, my head spun, and the oppressive weight of their egos pressed me flatter than the floor could manage.
Finally, I snapped. "Okay, fantastic reunion, really. Love the energy. But I'm mortal. Fragile human. Not exactly built for this… divine auditory sensation contest. So unless you want me redecorating the hall floor with my stomach contents, maybe save the eloquent banter for, say… inside?"
Silence fell. Even the air seemed to pause.
Then Vorta, ever the gracious host, exhaled a snort of disdain. "The door isn't locked. You may enter. Or do you require me to hold your hand and show you how hinges function?"
