May the heavens help them in their time of dire need…
Because oh boy, that rascal did not just say that.
Ah, but he did. Just a beat ago. And all while looking right at him.
"..."
"..."
There was truly no better time to power down than at that very instance.
Killian slowly closed his eyes, genuinely entertaining the thought that perhaps if he could no longer see what was happening, reality might graciously decide to undo the last few seconds. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to snatch the ridiculous sleeping mask off Luca's head and wear it himself. In fact, he was beginning to think carrying one around for emergencies might not be such a bad idea.
Unfortunately, the snatching part wasn't really an option.
For all he knew, taking the mask off Luca would only result in another catastrophe, and besides, this entire interrogation had started because he'd been the first to insist on getting a proper explanation.
Really, he only had himself to blame.
