The moment the old man finished speaking, hope lit up the fake Ethan's eyes.
The real Ethan, on the other hand, showed only the briefest flicker of reaction before his expression went flat again, that familiar indifferent mask sliding back into place as if nothing had happened.
The fake turned toward him at once. "So," he said, eyes sharp with expectation, "you know Trifurcate Spirit?"
He stared straight at Ethan, barely hiding his anticipation, though his tone still carried that irritating arrogance.
