Lucas stood slowly from the low-backed wooden chair, his thoughts racing. His shoulders were tense. He had heard enough, too much, perhaps. And yet, he knew he couldn't walk away clean from this. He was tangled now, wrapped in secrets and threads he didn't fully understand. And worse still, he was beginning to see that his path would be more dangerous than he'd imagined.
He turned to leave.
But the Seer's voice stopped him.
"Sit, Lucas," she said, calmly. "We are not done."
Her tone wasn't commanding, but it didn't need to be. It was firm. Steady. Like the words of someone who always knew more than they revealed.
Lucas hesitated… then lowered himself slowly back into the chair.
The Seer stood across from him, her arms folded beneath her flowing robes, her expression unreadable.
"I want to ask again," she said. "About your soul."
Lucas's eyes flickered to hers. He said nothing.
