"Why not?" Davis raised his brows, "I allowed your power to buy you back instead of killing you. Won't you grant me the same chance?"
Lambert Mistwalker's pupils constricted. His fists clenched unknowingly to his awareness, and his smile faded. He could feel the awkward gazes of his peers.
Even he knew this was the only shade in his life that everyone used to make fun of. Otherwise, he was a pristine and flawless supreme genius of the Mistwalker Family.
"I finally understand." He spoke, his gaze cold and his voice fully calmed.
"You're either outright stupid or trying to act good in order to integrate into our human race and finally show your true colors. There has never been an Anarchic Divergent who feigns while still being strong. I can understand why the Venerable Knights can never defeat you. But-!"
