I took a slow, deliberate breath, watching every micro-expression on his face like a predator. "And you... You're an angel. A real, high-ranking angel, right?"
As I spoke, the pieces of Sith's puzzle began to click into place. He had been talking about this man. A sudden, jarring thought struck me: Wait a second... does this mean my old man was actually a god all along?
"Oh! How did you know that?!" The man jumped back, looking genuinely startled by my deduction. I hadn't meant to frighten him, but his reaction confirmed everything. I was looking at a deity in the making, or perhaps one who had already ascended.
"Don't panic. We're all friends and allies here," I said, trying to sound a lot more confident than I felt. I began walking toward the centre of the hall, my boots echoing against the polished floor.
