“You never answered my question. What does Lunamiszka mean?” He leaned back against the stony wall behind him, his stance more relaxed. Casual. Devastating, how brutal and aristocratic he could look at the same time. “It means you’re persistently frustrating and you ask too many questions.” “All that in a single word?” “We like brevity. And silence.” “Are you speaking for all of your personalities?” The way his mask moved, I could tell he was grinding his jaw.
