(Holding Cell, Su Yang's POV)
For the next half an hour, Su Yang sat in absolute silence as he contemplated just how much of his universal view was flawed, every word of the Lieutenant echoing in his head as doubt gnawed at his foundations, until, unexpectedly, the iron door of the cell clanged open and a freakishly handsome man walked into the cell.
*CLANG*
The Lieutenant sitting opposite him immediately shot to his feet, his chair scraping sharply against the stone floor as he straightened his back and delivered a crisp salute, his head dipping in a deep bow.
"Lord Dragon—"
The Lieutenant's voice trailed as Veyr strode forward with his usual swagger, brushing aside the formalities as though they were no more than an irritating breeze.
He grasped the empty chair, spun it around without hesitation, and dropped onto it backwards, resting his arms over the top rail before leaning his chin lazily on his folded hands, his smile wide and unbothered.
