Two Eyes Cenote along both lines of a pathway higher

There is a silence, but Eset does not refute him.

Perhaps Meseba was right, and they should pursue this opening that left the cartel one foot soldier weak. But the mazoi had not been there to witness the depraved violence. Eset did not doubt his power, only the lengths of which their adversaries would go to prove a point.

A breath inhaled then she gazed up, eternal stoicism meeting the flickering brush of firelit eyes. “Then I ask your forgiveness,” Eset entreats next.