“You seem to be in an awful hurry.
What is the rush, I wonder?”
Nero offered to her, giving a small pause before he spoke. He could see the way her body shifted and muscles tensed, although he himself did not budge. He did, however, tip his head to look over at her with both red orbs smoldering from under narrowed lids, one partially obscured from stray strands of black hair. When she mentioned Ultimecia, his eyebrows knitted together and his expression faltered into one that seethed irritation.
"My dedication falls with my dearest, beloved brother, and he alone.”
“Your brother?” She almost wanted to know who his brother was, but she didn’t have time for that. Eyes narrowed ever so slightly before she turned and proceeded to walk away. “I don’t have time for this.”