The map was large enough to cover the entire table.
Ymir looked at it for a moment, just orienting, and then he looked at Vael.
Vael was sitting across from him in the chair that Grave's water mannequin had forced him in, his emerald eyes were still vivid, still the most alive thing in a face that had aged fifty years overnight were watching Ymir with attention.
'Good,' Ymir thought. 'A subject who watches carefully is a subject whose face is working; faces are always readable.'
"When did you arrive in Marakana?" Ymir asked again.
"I told you already, I am not going to fall for your tricks," Vael replied.
"Oh come on, it's just a normal question, what can I possibly gain from this. I told you, I'm just here to chat, not interrogate," Ymir said.
Vael thought for a while, looking at Ymir's smiling face, a face that looked way too innocent for a man who had murdered a number of people.
"Morning of the same day," Vael said. *Cough* *Cough*
Ymir nodded.
