For a moment, Rex said nothing. His gaze lingered on her, unreadable. But inside, something stirred.
This… this was it.
His eyes stayed on Monica, but his mind was somewhere deeper, further back — not to another life, but to another version of himself. The one who used to follow the script. Who kept his head down, played it safe, stayed useful enough to be tolerated but never bold enough to matter.
An expendable extra in someone else's story.
In another life—his first life—he would've laughed nervously here. Maybe cracked a joke, changed the subject, buried the discomfort under charm and misdirection like he always did. Because back then, he was just an extra.
But now?
Now something shifted.
"Beyond good and evil."
