The man on the ground glared up at Vex, a silent defiance burning in his pain-glazed eyes.
He clenched his jaw, refusing to give the satisfaction of a reply.
A low, guttural sound was the only thing that escaped his lips, a mixture of agony and sheer hatred.
Vex, who seemed like he wasn't expecting a reply anyway, simply tilted his head.
"I am quite curious," Vex began, his voice low, and calm. "Why did Aegis give something so important to an infant?"
The insult was delivered without malice, as a simple statement of fact.
To a man of Vex's power, this branch and the man in front of him were indeed children playing with forces they could not comprehend.
The man still didn't reply, his face a rigid mask of stoic suffering.
He would not betray his organization.
He would not justify himself to this monster.
Vex sighed, a soft exhalation that spoke of immense boredom.
