209 Not my fault

"Let's go back to the beginning, to the time when you saved Lecia," I said.

"What about it?" Azell asked, clearly interested in what I wanted to say.

Is it just me, or is this guy too eager to have his blunders brutally pointed out?

Something smells fishy.

Sure, you could say that he wants to reflect on his mistakes and improve or some shit, but I'm impressed that he wants even after seeing what I did to Lecia.

Either he's zealous in quest to be a better man, or, and this is more likely, this little mamacita is up to no good.

"As far as I'm aware, you punched Lecia's father and knocked him out, packed Lecia's stuff and just… brought her here. This, in case you weren't aware, is what is typically known as kidnapping, but that is beside the point right now."

Huh, isn't Lecia like a kidnapper magnet? She's always getting taken away against her will.

Nice.

"You could look at it that way," Tristan 2.0 averted his gaze.