System 427 had been with many hosts. He had seen many expressions. He had developed, he liked to think, a reasonably sophisticated ability to read a face. In this particular moment, Heena's face was reading as 'do you really want to continue that sentence' in a way that bypassed his linguistic processing and went straight to something more primal.
"System," she said calmly, "what do you think a protagonist halo 'is'?"
System 427 blinked. Several times. He scrambled to organize his thoughts. "Isn't it… you know… that thing that makes everything go their way? People like them more, they get lucky, the plot bends so they don't die—"
Heena exhaled through her nose.
