Rex looked around; the room was empty.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice the room had already emptied.
Only he and Sir Haxel remained behind.
"If you're going to question my competence to keep us, rest assured, Sir Haxel—I will try my best not to be a burden. I will not undermine your reputation with my failure," Rex averted his gaze and headed for the door, not wanting another round of condescending chatter about his knighthood. "Let's work as one unit for the betterment of the mission."
"I'm afraid that's not possible."
Thud!
Rex stopped as soon as he made his first step, his forehead creasing into an evident frown.
He turned to look at Haxel again, raising an eyebrow.
"What do you mean it's not possible?"
"Both of us were aiming for two different things. Of course, working together isn't possible."
Haxel looked down at the table, playing with the blue flag marker nonchalantly.
Rex, on the other hand, eyed him with a clear sharpness.
