Chapter 327 – What Is My Story?
"Don't press me."
A heavy silence settled over the park, the wind stilling, as though sensing something odd, Emrys still staring skyward, his golden eye almost daring the gods to challenge him.
That silence didn't last, however, as a rumbling, angry voice thundered through his ears,
[Don't press you? Did you just tell me not to press you, Emrys?] The Golden Beggar was dangerously close to losing his patience, [Who exactly do you think you're speaking to?]
"If you took my words as disrespect, I apologize." Emrys said plainly, "But I'm simply saying what I feel, Golden Beggar. I need time to process."
[It's been days, Emrys! Days spent doing nothing but wandering the Outer Ring like a lost soul! Days! I said, days!!] The Beggar shouted, [Do you have any idea how much you could have accomplished in that time?! And you have the nerve to tell me not to press you?!]
"I'm not—!"
[Have you lost your sense of self after the loss?]
