Sylas looked at Two without changing expression, the same deadpan calm remaining on his face even as Weaving Madness lowered itself toward Slithering. Two had expected anger, calculation, perhaps even the first traces of concern, but what he found in those emerald eyes made his own gaze pause for the first time.
Sylas was looking at him like he was an idiot.
Two had seen disdain before and had certainly inspired more than his fair share of hatred, but this was different. Sylas wasn't posturing or attempting to provoke him. He genuinely seemed to believe Two had overlooked something so obvious that explaining it would be a waste of time.
The answer came before Two could ask.
