"I'm... sorry," Florian began, voice trembling just slightly, his hands clenching at his sides.
"I know. I completely lied to you at first. And I asked Lucius and Lancelot not to tell you either. I hope you understand it was only for the sake of the summit. I was just really, really concerned you might stop it, since you know, and—"
He was suddenly cut off when Heinz placed a firm but gentle hand over his mouth.
Florian stiffened, eyes widening. Heinz wasn't looking directly at him—his face had turned to the side, but his golden eyes flicked toward Florian in a sideways glance. His expression was unreadable, caught somewhere between irritation and fatigue.
'Is he... going to make my head explode?' Florian thought in panic, the image of Arthur's gruesome end flashing behind his eyes. 'I mean, it's not like it would take much effort for him. I should've brought a helmet.'
