He was abruptly pulled back, gaze averted from the wavering gaze of the younger as he spoke back.
“Fran doesn’t think the Prince will be able to beat him?” He asked, hues snapping over to lock with those belonging to the illusionist, “Ye of little faith; The Prince has always liked a challenge.” His words were bitter, and this was probably jealousy that leaked through his exterior, but seeing as the Prince hadn’t guaged a proper, truthful answer from his other half there had to be suspicions.
”…You won’t beat him.“ Fran hung his head as he whispered quietly- so quietly one had to lean in closely to be able to hear his reply. Bel couldn’t possibly beat him. He knew just how terrifying having to deal with illusions was. It could drive one to a state where they could barely hear themselves think.
And since Bel was already insane to begin with, who knows what kind of madness he’d have to go through if that ever happened?
”…Just drop it, senpai.“ He muttered weakly.
(Source: lllussionist)
