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.

"Thank you,"

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.