"So... why are we partying? Shouldn't we at least skip eating for one day — for them?"
The meatball slipped from Kael's fingers, landing with a soft plop on the plate.
Silence
A brief silence hung between them.
Kael's eyes glowed red—with fake tears—and he stomped the floor dramatically.
"You don't know, Nyra, how much I loved them. How much I enjoyed their company."
He grabbed a meatball and shoved it into his mouth like it was the only thing holding him together.
"But now they're gone… I can't forget them.
...That's why I'm distracting myself by eating."
Nyra blinked, a single tear escaping as she shook her head in disbelief.
Selene's deadpan stare barely flickered — she was getting used to these dramatic displays.
The Divine General, too, lounged comfortably, clearly amused and unbothered by Kael's antics.
Both of them exchanged a knowing glance, silently agreeing: this was just another one of Kael's performances.
Kael waved a hand dismissively.
