Damon never gave an answer to the question, or better yet, to the allegations against him. All Waton could say was that this guy only grew more mysterious the closer he got to him.
It felt like anything and everything could crawl out of that shadow of his.
He smiled faintly at Damon. This guy wasn't a good person. First impressions could be deceiving. He might look like an arrogant commoner, but there was something about him Waton could understand.
"If you were born a noble, I believe you and I would have been good friends."
Damon turned, narrowing his eyes.
"What... what did you say..."
Waton looked away immediately.
Damon sighed.
'No, I can't let him get to me. How could I heartlessly abandon him when the time is right?'
Damon was about to speak again when he suddenly froze, turning his head toward the distance. His expression darkened.
He pointed toward the horizon.
"Is it just me, or is the world shrinking?"
