"Hey, so your name?!" Opal asked telepathically.
"It's Eva," Eva answered back in the same manner.
"I want you to grab my dress when you see my body glow," Opal said, her eyes narrowing on Paradox. "If he decides to fight, there's no way we can win."
"Alright," Eva replied calmly, her expression never changing once.
"Oh? Planning to run away already? I thought we were having a civil conversation," Paradox said with a crooked grin, his voice dripping with mockery.
'Can he read minds or something?' Opal thought nervously.
"Tch. No need for conversation with a race that refuses to change no matter what I say," Opal huffed. "If words alone could solve our differences, this war would have ended ages ago!"
"Well… you're not wrong," Paradox admitted, his softening into a thoughtful smile. "But not all of us are the same. Some Regals have managed to gain consciousness… even a personality. Maybe change isn't impossible after all."
