Outside the cave, Rex and Whitney exchanged looks as their eyes settled on Ezekiel.
Rex crossed his arms, clearly unconvinced. "I've been meaning to ask," he said slowly, "are you actually the leader?"
Ezekiel let out a long groan and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yes— I mean— no. Not really." He dropped his hand and sighed. "You know how she is. You've been around her longer than I have."
Whitney huffed. "Typical Remillia. She loves giving orders… and somehow still manages to let someone else take the credit."
"Exactly," Ezekiel said, throwing his hands up. "But someone has to keep things from falling apart while she does whatever it is she's doing."
Rex laughed under his breath and shook his head. "Typical witch. Wouldn't be surprised if she put a spell on you so you'd do all the work." He paused, then added, "Still… she wouldn't leave it to you if she didn't trust you."
