"I see. You have a point," Wandering Thief said, unable to decide if he should be happy or sad.
Of all the Dao Lords he thought he could fool with an oath like that, none would believe him. He didn't think any Dao Lord would fall for the cheap trick he'd made in desperation, especially not Black Chain. So he was surprised to hear that Black Chain believed him.
He was also worried that Black Chain was lying and was instead up to something potentially catastrophic. So when he heard Black Chain's frank admission, he sighed in relief.
But when he processed everything Black Chain said, he felt insulted. He didn't know whether to be glad Black Chain wasn't afraid he was a liar or disrespected that Black Chain didn't see him as a threat.
The only thing that remained constant in the Sea of complexity that was his mind was his hatred for Ragnarok. That hatred stood like an unmoving rock at the center of his mind, and the more he thought about it, the bigger it became.
