"It doesn't matter what I want or not. I am not asking anyone for justice, am I? I am simply pointing out the hypocrisy of those people who keep screaming about proof and truth." Razeal looked at Nerrisa and answered in a calm, almost indifferent voice. There wasn't even the slightest trace of anger directed toward her. If anything, he sounded tired. Too tired to argue. Too tired to fight over something that had already lost all meaning to him. His face remained completely expressionless, as though this conversation was nothing more than another inconvenience standing in his way.
He paused for only a brief moment before continuing. This time, however, his eyes slowly shifted toward Merisa from the corner of his vision. He didn't even bother looking directly at her. It was almost as if she no longer deserved that much attention.
