Sol stopped three paces away. He didn't raise his blade. He simply tilted his head slightly, his neon-crimson eyes staring down at the old man with an expression of profound contempt.
It was the look a man gives a squirming, helpless insect that had spent the last hour convincing itself it was a dragon.
"A calculated act?" Sol muttered raspy, his voice dripping with dry, mocking boredom. "Yeah, yeah... the classic villain's pathetic cliche show. 'I did it for the greater good. I did it to save everyone.' Did you really think I would buy this absolute shitshow?"
Thorne's sobbing faltered for a fraction of a second, his yellowed teeth grinding together as he realized his grand, tragic speech hadn't moved the black-armored reaper by a single inch.
