Elior sounded like a man on his deathbed, but he still managed to squeak out a protest.
"Your Highness," he said weakly, "he really isn't my partner."
"Oh," Princess Kira replied softly. "So it has reached the stage of distancing. While I understand, perhaps it would be wise to clarify things later so the two of you don't misunderstand each other further."
She nodded to herself, clearly satisfied with that conclusion.
Only, she didn't expect the frail beauty to suddenly speak again.
"No," Elior said, something sharp twisting painfully in his chest. "It has reached the stage of misunderstanding."
She hummed in response, entirely unconvinced.
Elior's hands trembled. His vision swam. Every time he thought he had finally explained himself, the misunderstanding somehow grew worse. More elaborate. More tragic.
This was no longer a hole.
This was a pit.
And he was tumbling deeper with every word.
This was probably karma.
