Zephyrion opened his eyes to find Cassian's face barely an inch from his own. He instinctively tried to pull back, only to realize that his entire body was locked in place by an overwhelming force.
"You…" Cassian stared directly into his eyes, his expression filled with a strange mixture of confusion and fascination. "Just what the hell are you?"
"…You know I can't move, right?"
"I've been thinking about it ever since that fight, and it makes no fucking sense." Cassian continued as though he hadn't heard him. "How the hell is your physique stronger than my Arcturus? How do you move like that? And that last art, what the hell even was that? None of it should be possible for someone your age, but you just keep…" His eyes narrowed as he studied Zephyrion's face.
"Seriously, what the hell are you?"
The fact that neither Kastor nor Garrick had interfered was most likely because they believed Cassian bore no ill will towards him. Which meant…
'So I'm safe.'
