"Well, one way or another, don't you think everyone is?" Iñigo shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, slowly getting up from the wooden chair. "But I realized during this one year with you, Zia, it's not revenge I am seeking, but entertainment!" Slowly, he strode towards her, coming out from the obscurity which soon revealed a long haired man which was tied in a bun with a huge tattoo on his neck.
"What about you?" Several steps away from her, Iñigo stopped and cocked his head to the side. "Revenge? For your dear husband and best friend? Well, it's impossible that you can do so because you want to see me and chat." He asked, knitting his brows in curiosity before nodding his head at his last remarks.
