“SPEAK UP, YOU FRAUDSTER! EVEN IF WHAT?” exclaimed the senile head.
“Even if I’m cheating on him, he still feels protected when he’s with me.” Khan is already in tears, and his hand holding the Glaive is shaking. Geryon’s proclivity of talking to someone and pounds that person further with the guilt of being dishonest is taking a toll on him.
“How dare you fool an innocent boy like Dauwan?” The young head hammers Khan further.
“He took the risk of being a Tasked Soul – a very dangerous one,” insinuated the senile head more.
“But what does he get in return? His supposed guardian being pretentious – pulling off a sham!” The words of the adult head weigh down on Khan like the world that Atlas is trying to carry on his shoulders.
“It’s a cost I am willing to pay.”
“For what?” asked the senile head with derision.
“LOVE! SOMETHING AN ABBERATION LIKE YOU DOESN’T FEEL!”
“Love – a romantic illusion,” answered the young head snidely.