To be fair, that had been days ago.
But just because a few days had passed since his world had once again been violently rocked didn't mean Marshal Julian was emotionally prepared for fresh trauma.
It was already enough that these two dimwits, who were allegedly allergic to each other, now smelled one and the same.
Sigh.
Moreover, given everything he had endured in the span of a week, he felt entirely justified in cutting Curtis off the moment the man opened his mouth.
"Marshal, have you heard—"
"Umph."
Julian didn't even let him finish. He raised a single finger and pressed it lightly against Curtis's mouth, effectively silencing him before the cursed phrase could fully manifest into reality.
