Thorn leaned back against the wall with a long, loud yawn, the sound muffled against his palm.
His bone arm tapped dully against the stone floor, a rhythm that showed just how restless his mind was at that moment.
He tilted his head back, staring at the low ceiling. He'd already counted how many times are in it, catalogued the type of stains, and was currently trying to organize the scratches per square meter ratio in his mind.
After a few minutes of aimlessly finding a way to occupy his thoughts, something occurred to him, and he looked at Ren.
"Wait," Thorn muttered, his tone hesitant but still holding a hint of suspicion. "The Blurred Man gave Aurelius the Shard of Oblivion, right? Used the Choir's silence to weaken Carthage's leadership and make his coup possible in order to start this war."
Ren's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't interrupt. Thorn's shoulders stiffened as he leaned forward.
