"For now..."

Harold turned his attention to Lance before he sat down at the head of the table while the others remained standing, except for Lance, who moved to sit down, but when he noticed everyone else was still standing, he paused mid-air before straightening himself back up.

"You didn't answer my question," Harold said to him, making Lance's heart skip a beat. 

He had thought that Harold had forgotten about him. Lance swallowed as he avoided eye contact with Harold. There was only one wise answer to give right now.

"No. I don't think she did it," Lance said, and Harold raised an eyebrow.

"Why not? I can understand why everyone else might think that. But you are not close to her enough to think that way," Harold said, making Lance's heart beat even faster. He really didn't like being put in the spotlight like this. 

"Everyone says kind things about her, and I don't think she is strong enough to defeat a Beta like Belt—"