As for Cyn, the matter was not truly difficult.
Ramon could provide him with additional information—but what was there, really, that needed to be known? Tristan was already there to handle such matters. The only real difference lay in strength.
Ramon was strong.
Ramon did not want to die, yet he knew the man standing before him wanted him dead—one way or another. Even if it meant killing him over something as trivial as a personal grudge. At least, that was what Ramon believed.
He thought he was going to die simply because he failed to please Cyn.
Perhaps because of his appearance?
Cyn slightly lifted the bucket, grabbing the rat before it could escape. He approached Ramon with an indifferent expression, as though he were about to perform an utterly mundane act.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Ramon breathed heavily, struggling for air. His end was approaching, and thoughts of resistance began to surface.
Am I really going to die like this?
He should resist. Do something.
