Not Lecia
"What?" Tristan furrowed his brows.
Looks like my words have once again bamboozled him; he simply cannot wrap his head around what I just said.
People would laugh and spit in my face if told that this was the guy I was having an intellectual conversation with just seconds ago.
Is he suffering from dissociative personality disorder or what?
Rather than the mentally unstable members of the New Dawn Guild, he's the one who needs my therapy the most.
F.
"What?" I asked in return.
Let's first determine what this wanker is actually confused about.
"What do you mean you expected it?"
Ah, so that's what he could not understand. The words themselves were self-explanatory though.
Or is it that even though he understood the meaning of every individual word, he cannot quite grasp the meaning of the sentence formed through them, probably because he doesn't want to.