Oleander's eyes were glued onto Midnight, analyzing her every move. Their antennae stirred at her question as if wiring their brain to come up with an answer.

"I'M NOT ONE TO SHARE SECRETS. YOU HAVE MY WORD."

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Matias finally whipped back around, his face more twisted than ever before. He took one step that hunched his body like a predator.

"You know what I'm thinking about? I'm thinking about why the boss had zero issue with recruiting some... [i]thing[/i], that didn't hesitate to nearly kill me like three times now. She said it herself, it doesn't even care about what we're doing. It only wants to use us to get whatever it is that it wants. It doesn't care. It doesn't care!"

His arms flew about as he ranted and rambled, side to side, up and down.