"...Lord, we thould get anozer one. We wouldn't want ze backlath to find it'th way to you..." A soft, feminine voice spoke with a lisp, responding casually to Alba's chilling remark.
"...No worries. Dominion sent Silvera some healthy bodies for us to use. We're just waiting on the capture..." Alba's voice cut through the air once more, its clarity sharp enough to send shivers down Haruki's spine.
His muscles tensed instinctively, as if danger lingered just out of sight. But when his stiffness stirred Lanling, he shifted his hold to make it more comfortable, his touch softening with care. Gentle strokes of his hand lulled Lanling back into a deep sleep, and Haruki sighed in relief, a faint smile lingered on his lips.
'Keep sending the conversation in that area. If you can recognize Alba, then follow him instead.' Haruki's eyes narrowed, his smile vanishing as his heart grew cold. Once again, he was reminded of how vicious this man truly was.