Everyone froze for prolonged heartbeat.
Ishiki felt myriad of gazes weighing him down with physical pressure. It felt... Suffocating. This kind of attention made one's skin prickle and muscles tense involuntarily.
Sam's accusation hung in the air between them, and the worst part was that it made a disturbing amount of sense.
And everyone had a sense of insecurity about Ishiki from the start, after all, he was not the original member of their group and the lone person who lived in this clearing before they arrived.
It was natural that he... too would have his insecurities about the refugees.
Of course they'd be suspicious. If their positions were reversed, Ishiki would probably suspect himself too. But he wasn't about to roll over and accept blame for something he didn't do.
He gritted his teeth and spat. "What proof do you have? And no—my skill has nothing to do with memory."
