[Hm… honestly, I don't know.]
Hearing her answer, Lucian's eyes twitched.
He cursed her internally.
Again, no proper answer. But he didn't say anything, didn't ask her more.
He had already tried it many times, and it wasn't worth the effort.
Either she would give him a half-assed answer or just keep her silence.
[Why does it feel like you are thinking something bad about me?] Akasha asked.
'Might be your imagination.'
[Hm…] She clearly wasn't buying it, and neither did Lucian care about that.
Turning away from the conversation in his head, he shifted his attention to the goblins' corpses.
In the dark, it was difficult to look at them—if not for his heightened perception and the flashlight of his smartphone.
"Now…"
He sighed.
The sound echoed faintly in the cramped cave.
He didn't want to do this. Not after remembering that.
When he had devoured the man's corpse before, he had gained a fragment of his memories.
He had felt everything that man had felt.
