"Pardon? She was a Glassheart?"
"Yes. Autopsy tests concluded Käthe was a Glassheart. It's unfortunate. I was quite fond of that girl. Though I still wonder how they even began to suspect her."
Lukas listened intently. He was seated in the diner with a fork in hand, pretending to enjoy the meal while keeping his tone casual enough not to raise suspicion.
Across from him, the owner wiped down a glass as he spoke, unaware of Lukas's true identity or the real purpose behind the conversation.
"Sir, do you not find it repulsive?" Lukas asked. "That she's a Glassheart?"
"Who am I to judge them?" the owner replied. "It's not like anyone chooses what race they're born into. In the end, what matters is someone's humanity."
The old timer set his glass down and leaned back.
