"Are you planning something foolish, Lord Lancet?" Astensia asked, her brow creased with genuine worry as she stepped closer.
Thor scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Foolish? Try entirely self-serving." She glared at Lancet, her blue eyes flashing with static.
"You don't know that," Lancet said to her.
"Don't I?" Thor challenged. "Whatever scheme you are hatching, it is for your own glory. You do not truly care about the people of Hebthej, nor do you care about eradicating the Demons. You just want what you want."
Lancet, hurt, kept his voice perfectly even. "That's not true."
"You truly believe yourself to be a leader?" Thor asked, her voice ringing with thunderous authority. "A true leader makes sacrifices. A leader suffers so that their followers may thrive. You want the exact opposite. You want us to bend and break so you can play the hero. You are no leader, Lancet."
