Come.

Atticus' question was as direct as it could be, and somehow, it made the atmosphere even heavier.

Whisker laughed, attempting to lighten the tension, but Atticus' expression remained firm. He was serious.

"Hmm, honestly, not even I am sure of my next move. Generally, I can't ask you to trust me," Whisker placed his hand on his chin as though in deep contemplation. Then he turned and met Atticus' stare.

"But what is certain, though, is that when it comes to you, my star actor, I want you to reach your full potential. Trust that."

Whisker's tone took on a serious edge at the end, and although Atticus hadn't known the beast for long, he could feel the sincerity. Whisker's will couldn't lie; he meant it.

Atticus nodded. It wasn't complete assurance, but for now, it would do. The fact remained that Whisker could probably kill or kidnap him right here and now, and no one in Eldoralth would ever know.