Selienne's eyes drifted once more toward the faint soot lining the archway, the shimmer of mana residue still clinging like an aftertaste of conflict.
"Something," she said smoothly, "seems to have happened here."
Lucavion didn't miss a beat.
"Nothing important for you to care about."
A pause.
Then—
"Really?" Her voice dipped, sharp with amusement. "And who are you to decide what I will care about and what I will not?"
Lucavion's head tilted slightly. A glint flickered behind his eyes.
"Who am I?" he echoed, voice dry. "The person who experienced it, maybe?"
Selienne's brow rose—not in surprise, but in subtle provocation.
"Interesting," she murmured. "You seem to have quite the quick mouth to run. I imagine it causes you trouble."
"Anything is trouble when one struggles against it," Lucavion replied without pause. "To those who do not struggle, trouble becomes… entertainment."
There was silence for half a breath.
Then—
"Ahahahaha…"
