So the crowd was wilding again, their cheers a chaotic symphony of war and awe.
Malthus had said impossible and I had told him that even Impossible says that I am possible.
At that, one man who was watching the war through the sky-screen blurted that he never said that.
Hearing him, another man corrected the first man.
The second man told the first man that me, the hero king, was talking about Impossible, not about the first man.
But then, the plot twist came.
The first man's name was Impossible. And he was saying that he never said that he was possible. Possible was his younger brother.
The second man had nothing to say but he did ask the name of the father of Impossible.
And the name of the father was…
"Probably."
"..."
The second man went silent.
Unfortunately, I could hear all this shit too.
But then the second man probably got fed up with this shit and said:
"You know what? Don't talk to me. Shut up. Focus on the fight."
