Sera didn't look away from the Sheriff when she asked the question as second time.
"What is your end goal."
The room didn't change. No one moved. No one reached for anything. The Sheriff didn't bristle or posture or pretend the question was inappropriate.
He smiled.
Not warmly.
Not cruelly.
Like a man who had been waiting to be asked. "You already know it," he replied, his voice soft like he was talking to a small child. "You just haven't named it yet."
Sera's fingers tightened once against Aerenyx's sleeve in order to keep the two of them grounded. She felt Psycho's hand press into her stomach like he was needing the same thing. She didn't say anything, even if the scar seemed to hurt as a result.
She would deny Psycho nothing.
The Sheriff stepped away from the desk and leaned one hip against it, casual in a way that felt deliberate. He was done with formality.
