Vanguard
"..."
Her affirmation was proof of confidence. No, more than that, hit was confidence itself. The sort of arrogance born from power, the sort of absurdness brought by immortality. Surely she was the sort of person who wouldn't worry about having her head claimed in a heart's beat. That arrogance that carried the stench of the divine was the one thing he loathed most.
He did not take her hand, but he did do something much stranger. He laughed.
His booming voice, his great presence, all these were things that fit. They were cohesive with his persona, his character. You expected a great, wrathful warrior to display such might, therefore one who was accustomed to the unnatural would not be as unsettled as a mere man. But there was something very wrong with this scene, something deeply disturbing about how he smiled for that one split second and the way his laughter lingered. Because why would he laugh so hard, towards something so serious, as if it was all one big joke.
Ah, but that laugh too must have been a fake. He sighed, and in that moment the warrior resurfaced.
"I see, I see. Yes, I will honor our agreement, as will you. Now then, will you answer my question? The important one."
