"Right now, you are thinking as if you were in an ordinary class, like an assassin or a warrior. But you are a Splintered One." Her words sliced through his frustration, each syllable resonating like the sharp edge of a blade. The weight of her voice settled over him, heavy yet demanding attention.
There was a thick silence that stretched between them, the kind that filled the air with unspoken tension. Jagger paused mid-motion, the hastiness of his thoughts grinding to a halt as he slowly sat up, the adrenaline that had fueled his frustration ebbing away. He looked at Ophilia, his brow furrowed in confusion. "...What does that mean?"
Her gaze was piercing, almost condescending. 'You really are fucking dumb, aren't you?' Ophilia said, her voice dripping with irritation, a bitter edge cutting through the air around them.
"Hey, I'm just trying to figure things out here. Cut me some slack," he replied defensively, a hint of exasperation creeping into his tone.
