Robin clenched his teeth so hard they nearly cracked. He didn't know whether to take the All-Seeing god's words as a compliment or an insult.
But did it even matter anymore?
In the end, when all was said and done… wasn't he still nothing more than a pawn?
After several seconds of silence, Robin exhaled a long, trembling breath. His eyes lowered to the cold ground beneath his feet. He had already asked himself a thousand questions—and found no answer comforting.
Still… one more question escaped his lips, barely more than a whisper:
"...What would you gain from instigating a war between House Destra and that savage… Zavaros?"
The humanoid light gave a scoff and waved the question away as if it were a mosquito buzzing in his ear. "Really? That's what you want to ask?" he said with a mixture of disappointment and irritation.
"Such a childishly naive question… Are you still clinging to the idea that I care about House Destra? Or a Zavaros?"
