Ebardi | GB

• Eh, maybe that's enough for today? - Lo muttered tiredly, leaning back in his chair. - We destroyed seven worlds! Seven! - He deliberately emphasized the last word, emphasizing the scale of the destruction. - I'm tired. Let's continue tomorrow, please?

“We’re scheduled to go to ten worlds today,” Ebardo replied coldly, not taking his eyes off the flickering screen. “But… if you’re that tired…” He paused, as if weighing something. “Then fine. But only today! We’re already five worlds behind schedule. No more concessions. None. Understood?”

There was a contract between them: Law fulfilled Ebardo's wishes, and he in turn guaranteed his safety. For every indulgence, for every mistake, Law paid Ebardo. The price was high, but there was no choice.

"And what do you want, dear Eo?" Lo said this with deliberate sweetness, fully aware of how false his voice sounded. He knew how he looked, who he resembled, but this was a necessary game.