Amon's gaze, previously carefree, was now cold as ice and threatening to the point that Syl felt her life was in danger.
"...!
Her lips quivered. He hadn't moved at all, but she could tell that it would only take a moment for him to end her.
"What… Are you talking about?" Syl asked with a shaky voice. "Threatening-"
Syl and Akane were interrupted at once.
"...!"
"...!"
"That's enough for today." Amon said, having just shoved a drumstick into each of their parted mouths. "We're in a dangerous enough situation right now. Let's deal with the past when we're a bit safer, alright?"
Akane frowned and took the drumstick out of her mouth as if it were a lollipop. "Alright…" She muttered before bringing it back to her mouth.
Syl couldn't do the same. With it in her mouth and her hands tied, she couldn't speak.
Amon got closer, staring at her coldly.
With an anxious expression on her face, she shook her head while shrugging repeatedly.
