Clearing up a misunderstanding was, no matter how one looked at it, a behavior Taras could only show toward people whose opinion he cared about, and precisely because of that, he had no intention of making any sort of explanation to Le An.
Besides, every single expression his mind could conjure up about how Treasure might look right now, under the false impression that Taras had truly killed him this time, filled him with a dark kind of pleasure and satisfaction... Of course, Taras wouldn't offer an explanation unless he was asked.
And yet, now, every moment replaying in his mind from that room, every expression on Treasure's face, no longer felt like fire lighting up his brain; Taras was tired of imagining what expression Treasure might be wearing now. Maybe it was time to pay him a visit. And if it was time to receive guiding from him, then that time had already passed long ago.
