For a while, both Leo and the projection sat in awkward silence, as Leo contemplated whether or not he even wanted to walk down such a path.
The hut felt smaller now.
The air felt heavier.
And the idea of "defying destiny" sounded significantly less poetic and far more life-threatening the longer he thought about it.
Eventually, it was the projection who broke the silence.
"Listen to me, young Cult Master.
You might not know it, but my understanding of the laws of the universe is second to none. With my expertise and your talent, this might not be impossible…."
He proposed, as Leo slowly lifted his head in restrained frustration.
There it was again.
'Might.'
'Not impossible.'
As just listening to those words made him rub his temple hard.
"You do realize," Leo began calmly, "that every time you say 'might not be impossible,' my survival instincts start screaming?"
The projection frowned slightly.
Leo exhaled.
