"Hey Cassius... what is the true nature of this war?"
Cassius stilled.
The atmosphere changed. The air, already still, seemed to thicken around them. His expression didn't shift, but something subtle tightened behind his eyes.
He didn't answer right away. Several moments passed before he finally spoke, his voice uncertain, almost defensive.
"W–why would you ask me something like that?"
"Well, you're from House D'Aramitz."
Lugh's tone was calm, nearly matter-of-fact.
"If anyone was to know, then it would be you."
Cassius looked away, jaw clenching as he gave a sidelong glance to the others.
Mirelle and Sela seemed a bit uncertain—maybe genuinely surprised, maybe just pretending to be. He couldn't tell. Then his eyes returned to Lugh.
Another sigh escaped him, longer this time.
Eventually, he found somewhere to sit, lowering himself down slowly. Only once seated did he start to speak again.
"I'm not sure what exactly you mean by 'true nature' of the war, but..."
