God? Life going to waste?
They were right, it was a lot to handle.
Instead of saying anything else, you looked at the food they had placed to the side of you.
It looked pretty damn good.
You took a sip of the tea, feeling the dryness fade away and your vocal chords loosening up.
Their emotionless face expressed a smile somehow, and they exited the room.
No matter who or what Basilius was, they were fucking weird.
And honestly, it wasn't all that bad.