Damon reached for the fruit on the table. There was a plum-looking tamberry among them. He took a bite, juice spilling down the corner of his mouth.
"Personally, I love tamberry cakes, but I don't particularly care for the fruit. Still, it's nice to know this world has some of our local produce."
He acted as if he hadn't just casually dropped a bombshell on the entire meeting.
Abellona's eyes twitched.
"This isn't about your taste in pastries or fruit. You just said you knew who Lazarak was."
Damon raised his head, looking around the room as he swallowed the tamberry.
"Yeah. We went to jail together."
Lilith sighed. She already knew all of this, having lived through several regressions, but this particular conversation was new.
In her previous attempts, Damon had been far colder, less inclined to joke or deflect.
Even so, this was no excuse to hope.
Evangeline sighed as well. He was putting her through this again.
