"Did you love Celestia? Or are you still in love with her? Be honest about it." Tongue asked this with a smile that was way too bright for the question she'd just thrown out. It wasn't a gentle smile no. It was the kind of smile someone has when they know a bomb is about to drop and they're excited to see how big the explosion will be. Her eyes even sparkled a little, like, Ohhh now it's getting spicy.
Razeal, who had been sitting on that stupid galaxy-made couch soft, glowy, ridiculous and annoying just trying to tolerate this whole cosmic therapy session suddenly paused.
His brows lowered sharply. His crimson eyes narrowed into thin, sharp slits.
Slow anger? Annoyance? Frustration? All mixed.
He lifted his eyes to meet Tongue's.
"If you don't want to help me, then don't," he said, voice turning cold instantly. "No need to waste my time over it."
He stood up, ready to leave. He didn't even try to hide the irritation. He was done already.
