Vara's expression cycled through fury, disbelief, and finally cold calculation as she processed Finn's words. Her hands clenched at her sides, jaw tight enough that muscles stood out in her neck.
Behind her, Slick Jones's hand moved incrementally toward his weapon. His eyes were locked onto Finn, measuring the distance and analyzing the threat potential. He weighed the possibility of landing a hit, despite already knowing how dangerous Finn was from the way the young man had saved him and Vara. It was a testament to his dedication. He truly was, in every sense, Vara's sword.
Vara raised a hand, stopping him mid-motion. The gesture was subtle but absolute. Slick Jones's hand stilled, though his body remained coiled and ready to attack at a moment's notice.
"Then what am I supposed to do?" Vara's voice was controlled, but barely. "Watch as you steal my God's legacy?"
