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“How far will you all go, I wonder?”
This curiosity could only be quenched through self-destructive means. For Reed, of course, it wasn’t something he particularly shied away from.
He didn’t hold himself in high regard, so the decision came easily.
He chose to let it happen, fully aware.
“…Why aren’t you smiling?”
“Who knows.”
Reed slid the glass toward himself, his eyes fixed on Rigarese. The moment his shapely lips brushed the rim, a pair of piercing blue eyes watching him glinted sharply.
The meaning behind that flash was unmistakable: the thrill of a goal achieved.
As Rigarese dissected that vulgar glee bit by bit, Reed tilted his glass all the way back. The rich, glistening liquid slid down his throat in one smooth motion.
Rigarese flicked his gaze to the edge of the table, where a pocket watch lay as if carelessly discarded. Its second hand completed a full revolution.
“Aren’t you…