I tapped the table once. "That explains the confidence. But it also tells me something else."
Her expression didn't change. "Which is?"
"You're not here because you want to partner with me." I tapped the table once. "You're here because every other path ends badly for you."
"Yes," she admitted. "In most possibilities, I either die early—or become a tool for someone far worse than you."
That was brutally honest.
"So, you think I'll take better care of you?" I chuckled, shaking my head.
"I'm certain," she replied without hesitation. "You pretend not to care about morality, but that's just a shield. Beneath it, you're considerate—sometimes to a fault."
Her words landed closer than I liked.
"Me? Considerate?" I scoffed. "Do you know how many people I sacrificed to get here? I'm the very definition of evil."
She didn't look away.
Instead, she studied me closer.
