After soaring through the sky, the two finally touched down near the camp.
The moment his feet hit the ground, Giyo twisted out of Yu Zhong's grip with a rough jerk.
"We agreed to be partners!" he shouted, his voice sharp with betrayal. "This is not how you treat a partner, no!"
Yu Zhong didn't spare him a glance. He just walked away, silent, cold, unmoved.
Giyo, teeth gritted, followed a few steps behind.
Then, hesitantly, he asked,
"Do you think he'll actually hand over the beast?"
Yu Zhong gave a slight shake of his head.
"Not that it really matters," he muttered. "Either he hands it to her, or he doesn't. Both outcomes work for me."
Suddenly, he stopped mid-stride and turned to face Giyo, eyes narrowing.
"You."
Giyo blinked, startled by the sudden focus, but quickly composed himself.
"What?" he said, a bit wary.
"Say, hypothetically speaking," Yu Zhong began, "you're married."
Giyo raised an eyebrow, playing along. "Alright. I'm married."
