Beron stared up into the depths of Holino's eyes. For a second, the heavy silence between them felt almost fragile, suspended by the unexpected weight of Holino's confession. But then, Beron's expression hardened back into its usual cold, unyielding lines. He shifted his shoulders against the mattress, his voice dropping into a flat, devoid-of-emotion rumble.
"I am not interested in being your purpose in life, Ford," Beron said bluntly.
Holino didn't flinch. A faint, bitter smile touched the corners of his lips, a soft, dry chuckle escaping his throat as he slowly nodded his head.
