Nox was a puzzle. Cocky and sly, yet genuine and open. My brain told me not to trust him, even with the supposed truth wine he’d ingested. We’d been conditioned to believe everyone was only looking out for themselves, and that the path to glory was paved by those you trampled beneath your feet. But he seemed…different. Someone who had seen firsthand the ferocity and mercilessness this empire stoked and truly didn’t want a part in it. Plus, the Grimlock. He wouldn’t have been able to say these things if they weren’t at least partially true. I let out a breath, hoping I wouldn’t regret this.
