"No. I just wanted to say... I will not accompany you," Nista stated formally. Through the translucent red veil, her eyes focused on Kyle, observing his face. It was clear he seemed desperate—coming all the way here, feigning concern and calling for help, just to make an excuse to bring them out and offer a proposal that required their cooperation, all while making it appear as if they were the ones who stood to gain.
Though not overt, the situation and his expressions made it obvious. He was here for his own agenda, even if he wrapped it up in the guise of helping them.
"Sorry?" Kyle was momentarily taken aback. He had expected Prista to be the one to refuse, given her colder temperament. But it was Nista instead—the one he thought would be more eager to tag along—prompting him to ask again, confused.
