The silence that came after Veldway's words lasted too long. Greg had high hopes for this meeting, but he did not expect Veldway to casually greet Lylia and ignore everyone else. Greg wondered if the man even knew there were other people in the room because he was staring at Lylia so intently.
"Veldway," Lylia said, and her voice sounded both relieved and something else that Greg couldn't quite put his finger on. "Do you remember me?"
"Of course." Veldway's tone made it sound like this was the dumbest question he'd ever heard. "Training session forty-seven, about six years ago."
"You couldn't do a proper counter-thrust against my defensive structure, so Rosalina made you do it over and over for three hours until your arms were shaking."
"You threw up after working so hard. There was partially digested bread and what looked like chicken in the vomit, but it was difficult to tell what the exact seasoning was just by looking at it.
There was a beat of complete silence.
