Schiller rose from his chair. The moment he stood, the alarm bells in Loki's mind began ringing louder and louder.
Schiller stepped in front of Loki and looked down at him. Loki instinctively leaned back, forced to brace both hands against the edge of the bed to keep himself steady.
"I'm glad you can clearly recognize the relationship between yourself and your brother."
The moment this Schiller opened his mouth, Loki understood that every fiber of his being was geared toward controlling others. A psychologist would not say something so leading.
The more professional someone was, the less they passed judgment. They merely analyzed rationally and warned cautiously, neither talking about themselves nor judging others. Once they began doing so, it meant they were losing their professionalism and pushing everything in a direction more beneficial to themselves.
Loki looked up and saw a pair of desolate gray eyes.
"I'm also glad you approve of what I'm doing."
"I don't think I expressed any approval."
"Then why say that?" Ignoring the alarm in his mind, Loki began to provoke him boldly. "Do you want me to think your evaluation is important?"
"I must remind you of something," Schiller said. "What you're doing is equivalent to placing an extremely unstable time bomb at my banquet. It could destroy everything at any moment."
"It won't be more likely to destroy everything than you are."
Schiller narrowed his eyes.
Memories flashed endlessly through Loki's mind. Lying on the ground, he saw through the reflection in his flowing blood that Schiller, dressed in a suit, had Blinked behind Talia and knocked her down in an instant.
Schiller picked Talia up and placed her in the cell beside Loki's. He said nothing. His leather shoes stepped over the streamlike blood, and he only glanced at Loki