The wine settled into them slowly.
Charlotte's cheeks turned pink, then a soft red, and her eyes grew a little unfocused.
Vivian stayed almost the same, only the light flush on his face showed he had taken a drink at all.
Charlotte leaned her elbows on the stone table and let out a tiny hic.
"Vivian… are you going to fight in the war against the Tramplins?"
Her voice wobbled a little.
She had been holding this question inside for days, maybe weeks.
It sat in her chest like a knot.
Now, with the warmth of the drink in her body, she finally found the courage to let it out.
Vivian answered without missing a beat.
"Of course."
He didn't hide anything. He didn't soften anything.
"I have to kill them all with my own hands."
His tone was calm, almost too calm for the weight of the words.
The red on his face was only from the drink, his mind was steady, sharp, untouched.
His body was too strong for alcohol to cloud it.
Charlotte stared at him.
