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{Outside The Projection}
The hall didn't really have much to say about that.
They just… stood there, watching and breathing quietly.
This wasn't shocking; rather, it was a natural lead-up... an obvious consequence.
Malik was never normal, and that abnormality only got worse as time passed; it wouldn't just disappear now that he had all the gold and power in the world wrapped around his name.
He still sat like a... a ghost.
A child in a crown, one too tired to pretend.
His want for a "break" was no longer there, becoming just a means to an end.
Whatever that 'end' exactly wasn't something they knew, but it most likely related to his 'Silent Requiem...' everything seemed to relate to it, the end to all of his truths.
Still, they had seen his fire, rage, silence, and violence. But this? This quiet little moment between him and Sinbad on the Holy Palace's peak, just breathing the same air, looking at the same cityscape?
