"Aziel, I told you a million times—I'm not going!"
The words hung heavy in the cramped apartment air, thick with the tension that had been building for weeks. Arthur's voice carried the weariness of someone who had repeated the same argument countless times, each iteration more exhausting than the last.
Aziel's response was immediate and explosive. His fist crashed down onto the wooden table with such force that their shared dinner dishes rattled, the sound echoing through their modest living space like a gunshot. His eyes blazed with frustration as his lips curved into that familiar pouting expression.
"Come on!" Aziel's voice cracked with barely contained excitement, his hands gesturing wildly as he leaned forward across the table. "It's perfect! Just think about it for one second, Arthur. Imagine all the void creatures we'll get to kill! We'll fill up our cores in no time!"
