When the holographic projection stabilized, it showed a figure seated in what appeared to be an elegant study. The 3D rendering was intentionally degraded, making it impossible to distinguish specific features. But Ethan would know that silhouette very well.
The way the older man held his nutrient solution, the slight tilt of his head as he regarded Ethan with amusement.
"Master?" Ethan's voice changed into that of respect.
The young master's rant cut off abruptly. His holographic projection flickered as his eyes widened, darting between Ethan and the obscured image of the other call.
For once in his privileged life, he seemed to understand and hate to admit that he was still lacking. The holographic projection minimized itself to a small corner of Ethan's visual field, the young master's face pale and silent.
