"You're a master of an illusion, look at all the masses that you're fooling..."
Singularity glanced at Damon with a soft smile, his eyes narrowing slightly as if weighing every layer of the man before him.
"How can you sleep or live with yourself?"
Damon sneered at his obvious jab. He leaned back, arms loosely folded, letting the corner of his lips twist into a smirk.
"Like a baby... no actually, scratch that — babies wake up a lot. I sleep like a rock."
Singularity shook his head slowly, a faint exhale of disbelief leaving his lips.
"On the first night when that spirit appeared... you could have just teleported away before anyone came. But you didn't..."
Of course Damon had known that was a trap. There had been no point in running. His eyes briefly narrowed as if replaying the scene in his mind. Honestly, he knew no one could do anything to him, even if they could prove it.
