Anthony, Clement, and Spectre remained seated on the broad branch of the tree, their quiet discussion unfolding beneath the rustle of leaves.
"So, how's life in the military? What's your impression of it?"
Anthony inquired in a composed tone, his chin still resting thoughtfully against his palm.
"Boring" Clement muttered.
"Okay" Spectre responded simultaneously.
Their voices overlapped, revealing the contrast in their perspectives.
Anthony gave a small shake of his head in response to their answers. He understood well enough, Spectre's sense of duty likely shaped his perception of the military, offering him structure and purpose.
But Clement was different. He had always been.
"And why do you find it boring?"
Anthony turned his gaze toward Clement, who remained cloaked in shadow, his presence veiled in the quiet stillness of dusk.
Clement offered no words in reply. Instead, he gave a slow, almost dismissive shake of his head, silently choosing to withhold his thoughts.
