From his position, Zeke could see that the former Crown Prince's chest was heaving irregularly, clearly agitated. Zeke was afraid that the sudden change of his vitals could alert the others. He instantly shot up standing and put up both hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, don't get angry. I don't need you to answer my question. Just take it as we will never see eye to eye in this lifetime."
He glanced at the clock and saw that not even half of the allocated fifteen minutes had passed, but he clearly could not stay here any longer lest he accidentally angered this person to death. Zeke scratched his head, frustrated and helpless in equal measure.
"I will go soon and give you some piece of mind." Zeke finally got to the point and said the words he had originally prepared. "Don't worry, this will be the last time we see each other. Are you happy? You will finally get rid of me."
