Leon's brows knit slightly when Valeria said it, but his voice stayed steady - like they were discussing something technical, not the state of his own mind.
"I'll check it later," he said calmly, not even turning his eyes from Ragnar writhing on the ground. "First, I'm getting rid of him."
Valeria didn't smile the way she usually did.
She frowned.
"If I'm not mistaken," she began more slowly, her gaze sweeping over him from head to toe, "your mental state isn't normal. You shouldn't be this cold and ruthless while you're killing someone. Look at yourself. Your hand isn't even trembling. There's no hesitation in your eyes, no tension in the way you move. Do you honestly think you would've acted like this before?"
