We Have A Deal

The air grew heavier as Alister's words hung between them, each syllable cutting deeper than the last.

"What sort of man bargains while placing the lives of his companions at risk? Or perhaps... they mean little to you at all?"

Quinton clenched his fists, his calm façade threatening to crumble. "You don't understand—" he began, but Alister interrupted him, his voice rising with an almost mocking tone.

"Oh, I understand perfectly. I understand that you think yourself clever enough to navigate these murky waters unscathed, sacrificing pawns to secure your position on the board. Tell me, Quinton, is that truly the mark of someone who values his friends?"

The silence that followed was suffocating. Vira and the others watched, their fear growing as they awaited Quinton's response.

Alister's eyes narrowed, his voice lowering to a cold, almost dismissive tone. "If you have nothing more to say, then perhaps it is time for you to leave."