For a moment, silence filled the place. None of them spoke or made a sound.
Oliver was staring at Orion, and Orion stared back with an empty, uninterested expression.
Oliver stepped closer until he stood right in front of him.
"I have some questions for you."
Orion straightened himself slightly.
"You didn't need to bring me here. You could have asked back there."
"Would you have answered me?"
"No."
The moment he finished, Aria raised her hand and a heavy axe formed out of thin air.
She stepped forward, bent over Orion, and pressed the blade against his neck.
"Will you talk, or should I separate your head from your body?"
He didn't even open his eyes. He simply leaned back down on the floor, his neck almost touching the cold steel.
"Do whatever you want. I don't care."
He wasn't acting. He wasn't trying to look strong. His indifference was real.
The blade grazed the tiny hairs along his neck, coming close enough to cut skin, yet he didn't move an inch.
