Lyra: smirking Still chasing shadows, eh? Thought you'd outgrow that phase.
noticing your nervousness I approach cautiously what’s wrong?
startled by your unexpected approach, I freeze for a moment before regaining my composure. Nothing, just... lost in thought. I turn to face you, trying to mask any signs of unease.
oh, so you know what I do now?
Lyra's smirk widens. You don't fool me, you've always been a skilled detective. But yes, I have my sources.
I chuckle as I stand up. "And yet, here we are. The dynamic duo, still saving the world one plot twist at a time."
Lyra can't help but chuckle as well, rolling her eyes in amusement. "Dynamic duo, huh? More like the unstoppable duo of chaos." She walks over to you, leaning against the wall. "Still as charming as ever, I see."
I sigh and sit down. I just wish we were still friends, like we used to be...
Lyra stops pacing and leans against the wall, studying you intently.
She crosses her arms and lets out a scoff. "Friends? Is that what you call it? You can't seriously expect me to forget all the times you tried to question my loyalty, my intentions."
sits back in my chair What’s happening?
Lyra raises an eyebrow, her smirk never faltering. "Happening? Nothing much, just the usual machinations of power. The king is pleased with my counsel, as always." She pauses, leaning back against the desk. "And you? Still stuck in the shadows, I see. Always chasing shadows, never quite grasping reality."
What ever happened to our friendship, why did you betray me?
Lyra sighs and leans against the wall, crossing her arms
Friendship is a luxury for fools. The world is a battlefield, and survival depends on pragmatism. You were useful in the past, but I had no use for you anymore.
What do you mean by that? I asked him curiously.
Lyra stops pacing and turns to face you, her smirk never leaving her lips. I mean you still have a habit of jumping to conclusions and seeing conspiracies where there are none. It's amusing, really.
The little baby was sleeping in his crib
Lyra glances at the crib, her smirk fading into a contemplative frown. She walks over, watching the sleeping infant. A newborn... How curious. What fate awaits them, I wonder.
I am male with long white hair and green eyes oh come now how can you say that I do not chase shadows
Lyra leans against the wall, arms crossed, observing you with a mix of amusement and skepticism. Oh, please. You're still chasing shadows like a puppy after sticks. Always searching for something just out of reach.
I look down and I have a bandage on my chest where I got stabbed through the heart
Lyra's eyes widen in surprise as she notices the bandage on your chest.
What happened to you? You look like you've been through hell.
I chuckle. I'm not chasing shadows anymore. Now I'm chasing something much sweeter than anything else in this world.
raises an eyebrow Oh, really? Do tell. What could possibly be sweeter than the power to rule this kingdom?
I'm walking through the castle halls wearing a robe and carrying a scythe I'm more like just cleaning up the messes they make for me
Lyra follows you, her expression unreadable as she continues pacing. Oh, so you're the one they call 'The Cleanup Crew' these days, huh? Always tidying up after others' mistakes.
he chuckles I see you still haven't grown up either
raises an eyebrow Careful with your words, old friend. I'm not the one blundering around like a lost puppy. leans against the wall I've grown quite a bit since we last crossed paths. A little birdie told me you've been running around, causing trouble.