Nelom spat a glob of bloody saliva onto the ground. He sneered, "I don't care what you've been through, rookie. I'm not your mother, and I don't want to hear your sob story."
Although he still talked tough, Nelom's voice clearly betrayed his inner thoughts.
Though still aggressive, it had lost its former vigor, sounding a little... uncertain.
Lies don't hurt. The truth is a swift blade.
Nelom had thought he had everything under control, planning to use Governor Claudius to overthrow the existing order in the Administrative Region. Then he would kill Claudius, completing a second revolution to achieve his goals.
But as Reinhardt had asked him: after all that, what then?
As the heat of his anger faded, he realized he had been far too naive. The power vacuum created by killing Sedon and Reinhardt would only bring greater chaos in this war-torn era, dragging everyone into a bottomless abyss.
Most importantly, his strength was nowhere near enough to carry out such a plan.
