'Gluttony?'
Sylas met his little sister's eyes, his pupils flickering continuously as though he was trying to understand something.
A Will that could devour flesh to revive itself… it was a fascinating concept and once again vastly different from his own. It wasn't even something that Sylas could replicate because his path wasn't his sister's path, neither was it Cassarae's.
"… You are fine?" Sylas eventually said.
Elara nodded rapidly like a pecking chicken. It almost looked for a moment that her hair itself would fall out as though it was a wig.
Cassarae found herself laughing. She pinched Elara's cheeks, still hugging her from behind.
"She might look adorable and soft, but she's evil. I guarantee it."
Sylas didn't say anything for a long while, trying to see through his sister and yet not quite managing to.
His judgment just felt… off.
