Kain stayed perfectly still.
Seeing that the human in front of him still wasn't responding, the humanoid reptile wearing the boy's body cocked its head in a jerky, uneven motion—still clearly adjusting to muscles and joints that weren't its own.
Then an expression slid across the boy's face, subtle and calculating in a way that felt immediately wrong. The boy, with the mind of a five-year-old, had never once worn an expression that cunning. It stretched oddly across his features, too focused, too deliberate—like a mask that didn't quite fit.
Its eyes, now a pure and predatory violet, studied him.
A strange silence draped the chamber like a second skin.
Still no response from Kain. Thankfully, the abyssal still did not question that Kain was a potential 'ally'...or a 'competitor'.
'Is plunderer not a term his kind uses…?'
'Plunderer… perhaps the word is foreign to him? No. That's unlikely. Perhaps he doesn't like the term. It is common, after all. Common and insulting.'
