Espel was silent for a really long time. Maybe she expected it to be some kind of joke. Lancet understood that; anyone would think he was joking if he told them something like that.
Despite her silence though, her expression was finally speaking. She looked almost offended, definitely irritated at the strange thing she'd just been told. Her brows had drawn together, and her eyes stayed fixed on Lancet as though she expected him to break into laughter at any second.
The longer Lancet stayed without smiling or laughing, the more worried she looked.
"You are telling me," she said slowly, "that I am your Summon."
Lancet kept his posture calm, even if he knew how insane it all sounded from the outside. "Yes."
Her eyes narrowed. "That is impossible."
"Normally, yeah," he said. "But you already feel it, don't you? The pull. The reason you keep circling back to me in your head. It is not random."
Espel stared at him, silent.
