"So you knew from the start that Emilia was suspicious?" Zoffy asked, sprawled on the sofa while getting his nails done.
"Of course.
I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I'm not blind. Some things aren't worth digging into. Isn't it better to leave things as they are?"
Hogg's look made Zoffy feel as though he'd asked a stupid question. It was like being looked down on by the class idiot. But then he quickly noticed something was off.
"But as your other half, shouldn't I know? You said you had no secrets from me."
"Uh..."
A bead of cold sweat appeared on Hogg's forehead. Seeing that he couldn't bluff his way out of it, he put down the plasma torch in his hand, then used it to help himself over beside Zoffy and explained:
"Come on, we're practically brothers. I've always thought of you as one. Why are you acting like a stranger? Everyone's got a few little secrets. So let me ask you this: why don't you look through my memories of fighting Slaanesh for ten thousand years?"
"Obviously, because I'm not a rubbish bin! Why would I want to watch something that makes me physically ill? Besides, I'd have to experience it from your perspective. I don't want to be violated by Slaanesh for ten thousand years!"
Ignoring Zoffy's objection, Hogg kept trying to talk him around.
"I'm doing this for your sake! What would you gain from seeing those memories? Nothing at all! That's why I didn't share them. And at first, I didn't realize that was how it worked. I only figured it out later."
The scent of gossip instantly perked Zoffy up. His memories contained nothing of Hogg's time growing up on Alicia. Sensing juicy details, he urged Hogg to