She paused.
Her crystalline eyes—if they could even be called eyes—glowed faintly, subtle gleams of light flowing like thought itself through her holographic form. Something in her awareness shifted, deep and deliberate, as if a new layer of understanding had settled into place.
"As for Mr. William's requests…" she began, her voice calm, yet edged with something unmistakably final. "They are not only not unreasonable—they are, in fact, entirely reasonable."
"And when examined from a different perspective—one I have accounted for—they are not demands, but rather sincere and carefully considered appeals."
Her gaze sharpened, narrowing like a blade being drawn. There was a shift in her expression again, subtle yet distinct — and yet, both Natsh and John failed to notice it entirely.
"In my judgment… they are insufficient."
Both John and Natash stiffened in disbelief.
It was Natash who broke the silence, her voice tinged with confusion and incredulity.
