Eric recalled.
"Talent?" Robert muttered, his tone dripping with scorn.
"Psychology is the most useless profession in a world where people are about to become slaves… or corpses."
Back then, Eric hadn't understood those words.
They had sounded like nonsense, like the ramblings of someone who had lost their way.
But now, standing here, watching Robert bound to a chair with hollow defiance in his eyes, everything finally clicked into place.
"So you knew," Eric murmured.
"You knew about the apocalypse long before anyone else. And yet…" His gaze sharpened, piercing straight through Robert.
"Why is it that despite having such an advantage, you've ended up like this?"
Robert's jaw tightened.
Eric didn't push immediately.
"It doesn't matter," he said calmly. "We've already captured the last superior being. I'm not here to interrogate you today… just to talk."
The moment those words settled in the room, something flickered violently in Robert's eyes. Disbelief. Shock.
