"That is perfectly acceptable," Moth said, his surprise growing. He had expected the "scary" price to finally force a retreat. Instead, Hye had simply adjusted his financial strategy.
Moth was secretly convinced that Hye didn't grasp the physical reality of what he was doing. He believed that once the actual transfer began—once Hye saw the literal billions of bones vanishing from his inventory—the psychological pain of the loss would set in.
He expected the human to flinch, to hesitate, or to call off the deal halfway through as his "precious" reserves dwindled.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
For twenty hours straight, the two remained locked in a feverish cycle of exchange. It was a marathon of commerce that would have broken a lesser mind. Hye didn't show a single sign of distress; if anything, his focus sharpened with every passing hour.
