"It's poison, isn't it?" Cedric's voice cut through Jett's thoughts like a blade.
"How long did he know?" Jett froze. He turned toward him, unsure if he had heard right or if Cedric meant something else.
"There's no real reason to have Marcella handle that for you," Cedric continued without looking up. His tone was calm, hands busy adjusting the casing of a smoke bomb. "She's a poison fanatic, ironic when you realise she makes the best healing potions. And you never told me what your plan actually was. You only said you had one."
He pointed with a tool toward the table. "Pass me that monster core."
Jett complied silently, placing the glowing core beside him. He opened his mouth, trying to find the right words.
"Hey, about that..."
"It's alright." Cedric cut him off with a faint smile. His eyes softened for a moment. "I get it. I get why you didn't tell me everything."
Jett stayed quiet, caught off guard.
