"Wh-what?! What did you just say?!"
Charymos was so shocked that he nearly bit his tongue, refusing to believe what he had just heard with his own ears, his brain simply refusing to register what his trembling eyes reflected.
"That's not possible! Someone like you, a Name? Ha! What nonsense is this?!"
Charymos balled up his fists with such immense force that his nails clawed into his palms, drawing blood.
"Umu. The truth is often times stranger than fiction..."
Megaloblatta pulled the folded sleeves from his wrists up the entire length of his forearms before loosening his tie, he then reached into his breastpocket for a handkerchief and wiped the drops of blood from his face.
"... I understand your confusion, your refusal to accept reality for what it is. I empathize with you, I truly do, Lord Charymos. However, your fate remains sealed nonetheless."
Megaloblatta spoke as he neatly folded his handkerchief and placed it back in his breastpocket.
