'A weird pair.'
'Very. That girl's got a few screws loose.'
Atticus paused at the arbiter's words.
"…Did you just agree with me?"
As though only then realizing what she'd said, she sharply cleared her throat.
"…I said nothing."
"You literally did."
"Don't push your luck."
Atticus chuckled as her presence retreated from his mind, before forcing himself to refocus. Humor aside, the interaction was still on his mind. A girl with the innate ability to fuse things together, and another who carried a sword will.
'They're both true willers.'
From the brother's words, there was no doubt they had come for the resource wars as well. More than anything else, the brief encounter confirmed the sheer scale of what was about to unfold.
'I have to be ready for anything.'
With that resolve settling in his mind, Atticus let his gaze drift around the bar. Laughter and loud conversation still filled the space, but his attention fixed on a few very specific points.
