A Dance With Monsters (7)

Previously

Willow seized the opening. "And yet, you lost to that 'flower,' didn't you?" He couldn't help but challenge the Sage's assumption. If he could deflect the conversation, divert it away from his own secrets, perhaps he could gain the upper hand.

The Sage's face broke into a smile, a genuine one that softened his features. His Sei, which had been poised for action, retreated, and the oppressive atmosphere lifted. He sheathed his bamboo blade with a fluid motion, and his aura transformed into one of amusement.

"I apologize," the Sage began, his voice carrying a conciliatory tone. "Perhaps, it was wrong of me to generalize you from your previous incarnation's actions."

Willow breathed a sigh of relief, though he remained cautious. The Sage's demeanor had shifted once more, and now he asked a different question, one that cut to the core of Willow's existence.