They waited in silence, the air inside the interrogation room so thick with tension it felt like it could snap. Minutes passed slow and heavy and none of them spoke.
Rama sat with his hands clasped and looking down. Shoji leaned against the chair with arms crossed tightly. Axel tapped his foot once, then stopped, as if the sound was too loud.
They were all thinking the same thing, they have to keep saying nothing.
But for Rama, it was worse.
His mind raced. He had tried so hard to keep his power hidden. And then, of all things, a sword had come to him like some divine declaration. It was floating, glowing, and announcing him as if he was something important.
How could he not feel tense? How could he not feel like everything was a mess?
Then, the door creaked open.
Larsen stepped in with sharp face. His eyes landing directly on Rama.
