"...I see that you're not doing so bad yourself. And here I was all worried about you."
Kyle said as he gripped the metal armrest, leaning back against the leather cushioning and letting out a satisfied sigh. He muttered under his breath, "Lucky bastard. Not even my chair at the Guild is this good. And this is just a guest chair?"
I ignored his useless grumbling and took a good look at him.
'He seems to be doing fine.'
I was honestly quite worried. I had been for quite some time.
Thinking about what I had done to him, a part of me felt extremely guilty.
The Kyle that stood before me...
He was no longer human.
"So? Have you suddenly become mute after meeting me?"
"Not quite."
