The conversation between the two men had gone on for quite a long time.

"So, that's why you did it?"
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"I understand what you're trying to say. But why kill innocent people?"
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"Yeah! I get that the people you killed were criminals who deserved to die, but that still doesn't make it okay!"
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"You say it couldn't be helped? Do you even know the situation you're in right now?"
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"You're going to have to live your life running away. Hiding in a place where not a single ray of light shines, always worried about the imperial army who might come barging in."
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"This isn't something you should just say 'it's okay' about!!! You can never come out into the light again!!! You stupid bastard!!!"
He hadn't wanted to listen to the whole story.

"And my magic!"
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"You bastard..."
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"Enough. Let's fight."
Even though their voices were loud, even though their heated exchange was enough to make everyone at the table glance over at them...

"Get up!"
It was their problem, after all.

He didn’t want to interfere with their long-standing issues, especially since he knew about their history just because of a novel. He didn’t want to defend Hans just because Hans was on his side.

No matter what, those two were enemies and friends at the same time.

He didn't want to get involved unnecessarily, knowing that if he did, it would just lead to awkward pleasantries and parting ways. Instead, he silently hoped their relationship would improve, even if only slightly.