The impossible

"And? You still have ideas about killing me?" I asked.

"If I did, would I have been talking to you like this?" Myghell shrugged as he asked.

"Maybe. I mean, maybe you're trying to gauge my reaction and gain my support before backstabbing or something." I shrugged back as I spoke.

"Hah, the lack of trust that you have in me is baffling, to be honest." He spoke.

"Can you blame me for that?" I asked.

"Not really. But I really want you to trust me this once, you know? I understand that it wouldn't make sense, but just this once." Myghell mumbled.

"You say just this once, but are you able to bear the brunt of it? I mean, it's a massive ass responsibility, you know? Because if I go by the one word you're giving me right now, that would mean I'm basically entrusting my life to you, because we are planning to mess up the Emperor. And there's no way that I can trust someone who tried to kill me with my life. It's as simple as that." I spoke.