Ardin's teeth gleamed unnaturally, almost glowing in the wreckage of the guild hall. He spread his arms wide like some holy prophet delivering divine judgment.
"Are you happy with yourself, Finn?" His voice thundered across the ruined hall. "You caused all this chaos—all this destruction—simply because you couldn't own up to your actions!"
Finn blinked up at him, battered and half-dead. "What the hell are you even talking about?!"
Ardin sneered down at him, like Finn was a maggot clinging to life. "Don't play dumb, fool."
"I was only trying to live!" Finn shouted. "What do you expect me to do when an angry mob is chanting for my death—just roll over and play dead?!"
"Yes! Exactly that!" Ardin roared, puffing his chest out with righteous fury. "But I'm not surprised a villain like you would play the victim, trying to escape justice!"
Finn just stared at him. Silent. Eyes empty. His brain gave up halfway through processing the stupidity.
