Vyne stepped aside silently, his arm sweeping in a graceful gesture that invited her inside.
Blazar walked past him without a word, her movements stiff and mechanical, each step controlled only by the raw desperation that kept her legs moving.
Her face was a mask of barely contained anguish as she crossed the threshold into his private space.
She sank into the worn leather chair near his window, the material groaning softly under her weight. Her body folded in on itself like she was trying to disappear, to become smaller than the pain that consumed her.
Vyne pushed the door shut behind them with a quiet click, then turned the lock with deliberate care.
He dropped himself into the seat opposite her with his usual careless grace, the leather creaking as he leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head.
But his yellow mechanical eye whirred as it focused on her face, and his natural eye held an intensity she rarely saw.
