Xion woke with a sharp gasp, lungs clawing for air.
What… what had he just seen?
His mind reeled, choking on the flood of memories crashing in all at once.
Michael had been moving him like a pawn on a board all along.
No wonder he loathed it when Darius treated him like a pet. No wonder the mere sound of that endearment made his skin crawl.
Just remembering it sent a violent shiver racing down his spine with equal parts disgust and rage.
"I should've killed him the moment I saw him that day."
"Kill who, brother?"
Noxian's voice brought him out of his spiraling thoughts.
While he tried to suppress it all under the facade of calmness, Noxian was already at Xion's side.
He steadied him, one arm slipping behind his back to help him sit. A moment later, a cup of warm water was pressed to Xion's scabbed lips.
"Here. Drink." The young knight tipped the cup to his lips. "And tell me who I'm killing. Just so you know, I don't mind killing the Archduke either."
