Charles coughed again, blood spattering against the white robe already stained crimson. His head tilted upward despite pain, the featureless mask fixing on Reinhard's face with intensity suggesting focused analysis even at death's threshold.
"You used the tide's wide range ." His voice emerged weak but carrying certainty. "To know where I was moving, predicted my positioning through connection rather than precognition."
Reinhard shifted weight slightly, the spear still held loosely in one hand.
"You coordinated with Marie on the Brunhilde symbols that are still placed on you guys." Charles continued, each word requiring visible effort. "Timed the gathering of light to coincide with our aerial position, ensuring I couldn't simply flee."
A pause as more blood welled beneath the mask's edge.
