"…Would you like to become my second disciple?"
"..." Shaddad's eyes quivered violently, as if struck by a bolt of disbelief. He struggled to lift a shaky finger and point awkwardly toward his own chest. "M-Me?" His voice came out thin and broken, barely more than a whisper. Realizing how pitiful it sounded, he swallowed hard, shook his head rapidly, and forced himself to try again with trembling effort. "A–Am I the one you mean? Do you truly mean me specifically?"
