Alastor tilted his head to look at her, a mechanical ticking accompanying the gesture like a clock.
"Achlys… it is… interesting to see… you here… I had thought… you had given up… on this silly… war effort…"
Charon grimaced with his words. They were sharp and hard to listen to, but carried a vague charisma. It was like he was listening to a man he knew was lying, yet couldn't stop for some reason.
'He is dangerous, incredibly dangerous. I feel like if he spoke to me long enough, I might begin to believe him.'
She didn't react to his words physically, but her response carried nothing but venom.
"You have misunderstood my passivity for surrender. I had hoped you would have ended your unjustified conquests, yet here you continue to march, focused on claiming all of the realm. Father will be displeased."
Alastor chuckled, the sound low and robotic.
"Father… cares little… for our doings, surely… you… know this…"
That finally earned a reaction from Achlys, her lips tightening.
