"Dark Ace."
"Aerrow." Dark Ace sat at the desk. His back was angled at the door as though he didn't feel the need to acknowledge the existence of the world beyond.
"I have a question for you…"
A sneer. "Another? Lucky me."
Aerrow took a deep breath. "Have you ever believed in something with such conviction… that you would do anything to achieve it?"
There was a pause. Aerrow held his breath.
Dark Ace looked over his shoulder. His eyes were still full of hostility, but there was something calm in their bloody depths. Like the eye of a storm.
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Author's Note: Total word count: 100
(No update for The Wager tonight… so here's a consolation drabble! Might do another one… who knows?)