"Neither of us?" Zarek asked with a smile. He seemed completely relaxed, but somehow that only put Zade and Marx even more on edge.
"Your word choice intrigues me a lot, Mr. Ashborn," Marx eventually said.
"And why's that?"
"You pick out the most interesting things, and your replies to them are equally as interesting. Listening to you speak makes me feel like you're an easy target, but the more I dig into it, the more dangerous I feel like you are.
"Originally, I wanted to keep you close and observe you from afar. But it seems I've already overstepped one of your boundaries and you've long picked up on it. You're very intuitive in ways that seem impossible for an 18-year-old."
"Who knows, maybe I'm an old man in spirit, too."
Marx chuckled. "How about we work together?"
"Are you sure about that?"
"I have a feeling that if I choose any other path, I'll have to watch my brother die, and I don't want to do that."
"Just your brother? You're quite confident."
