"Hmph—"
Roy sat across from Dumbledore. Hearing that, he immediately propped both feet onto the desk, striking a pose like he was hosting guests from all corners of the world, and gave a dissatisfied snort.
"Where's Ashley? Why didn't she come back with you? Did she transfer schools? Stay in America and refuse to leave? Or—did she die?"
The moment Roy opened his mouth, Dumbledore nearly lost his composure. Was that even something a person should say? And who was Ashley?
Dumbledore suddenly felt a headache coming on. He rubbed his forehead, took a deep breath, and took a long moment to compose himself before finally speaking.
"You mean Aisling, don't you? She's fine, don't worry. She hasn't transferred schools either. Also, could you put your feet down?"
Roy nodded and pulled his legs off the desk, though he still sat in a Thunderbird-like posture.
"I see. Then it's fine."
"..."
The atmosphere abruptly fell into a strange silence. Roy slouched in his chair with a stern expression, as if he had suddenly hit a mute button. Other than staring at Dumbledore across from him, he did not say a word.
"Hiss—"
Dumbledore sucked in a breath. He had to admire Aisling. She had actually wandered around with this guy for about a week without going insane. That was truly impressive.
"Ahem—"
Dumbledore coughed twice, signaling that Roy could say whatever he wanted.
"I killed too many people. I'm going dark."
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"It went like this. I had just gotten out of the hospital last week, then I said I was going to take a look around the secret base, and then..."
Before Dumbledore could react, Roy began explaining on his own, showing no concern whatsoever for what had happened in America.
"Then I painfully dropped to my knees, like