"Who are you?" Nyssa's gaze did not waver as she asked it, her dark eyes fixed on him with a precision that no longer carried just suspicion, but intent she wasn't asking out of curiosity anymore, she was dissecting him, trying to place him somewhere within the structure of the world she understood… and failing. That failure was what made the question necessary.
Razeal did not answer immediately.
He stood there, still, as if the silence itself was part of his response, his eyes drifting briefly across the room once more not hurried, not uncertain, just… measured.
And yeah they all seems to want the same answer now.
Then his gaze returned to Nyssa.
"You're asking the wrong question," he said at last.
His tone wasn't dismissive, but it didn't carry the weight of something he intended to explain either. It was simple. Direct. And that alone made it frustrating.
Nyssa's eyes narrowed slightly. "Then give me the right one," she replied without hesitation.
A faint pause.
