Martina's brows furrowed. "Why?"
Kael hesitated for only a second before replying, his voice calm but serious.
"They acted too well. Their performance... it was like they were pulling from my memories. I know it sounds strange, but... I have a past—painful and buried—that matches what they showed. I just want to talk with them and appreciate them... Please."
Martina didn't answer immediately. Her eyes searched his face, reading between the lines. But before she could say anything, Adonis scoffed.
"That's a waste of time," he muttered. "You're chasing ghosts over a silly play."
Freya crossed her arms, lips curling with irritation. "We already wasted enough time because of that fool's blunder," she said, casting a sharp look at Sol.
Sol snapped his head toward her, glaring. "What do you mean by that?"
Freya arched an eyebrow. "It's because of you that we got distracted watching this entire thing. You were the one who insisted we stop."
