“Just what the hell are you thinking?” I couldn’t help but raise my voice to Lancelot. “You could’ve died!”
“I know.”
“And you didn’t even care?”
He gave me a faint smile. “You already said that you see me as someone who doesn’t really care if I would live or die, right?”
I violently tapped his shoulder which made him back off. “Dude, that’s not a good joke.”
All this time, he knew what was happening around him. He is aware of my role in this case and he knew that in just a matter of time, I could end his life without even telling him anything.
And yet, he still treated me that way. He accepted everything I said, without thinking twice. Even though he knew that I could betray him.
I brushed my hair and sighed. “This is messed up, dude.”
“I know,” he said. “And I am sorry.”
I glare
