Elian's POV
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'I just got that odd feeling again where it's like someone's talking about me,' he thought to himself, but alas, his thoughts weren't a private affair.
["Odd feeling" or early stage schizophrenia? As if having a system tied to your soul wasn't cuckoo enough.]
Elian shrugged off the feeling as he and the others finally settled around the table Lucian had saved for them. Axel cleared his throat, grabbed the bottle of moon dew and poured it into two glasses.
"Alright, you want to know about the Dark Hand." Axel began but before he could continue, Lucian spoke up with a frown.
"What? Who wants to know about the Dark Hand?"
Elian folded his arms in front of his chest, staring directly at Lucian. "I'm guessing you know about it as well."
"Elian." Axel chimed softly while Lucian's jaw was tense. "You don't expect us to tell you about every secret within the royal court, right?"
