I did not answer the question, even though I knew I was talking to Sid; there was no reason to assume this man was not my enemy and a member of the Conclave. From the previous loop where I hurt the chains binding the Soul Flayer to his soul, I knew that he may be a prisoner of the Sovereign of the Stars, but that did not mean that he may not be a supporter of some of the Conclave's policies.
Even though I did not answer his questions immediately and was just staring at him with wariness, the Sovereign did not press me; his head was cocked a bit to the side, as if he was going to outwait my fears.
I looked at him, and all I could see was an old, balding man who had been the vessel for a Soul Flayer for maybe longer than I could imagine. His eyes were not yellow; they were grey, the colour of storm clouds, and despite his calm demeanor, his eyes were watching me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.
