Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Yellow Plains, Freedom Fighter's headquarters.
Wyatt quietly studied Sansa, his gaze lingering on her after sweeping over the other captains. Except for Blair, they had all disappointed him. That said, he didn't hold it against them—except for Luna. They were exhausted, weighed down by the burden of failing those who trusted them. Luna, though? She lacked empathy, too caught up in cold logic. Otherwise, she would never have betrayed the Southern Royal family in the first place.
He had counted on them to argue, to stall for time, to drag this out. Instead, Sansa had readily accepted every condition thrown her way, shutting down the debate before it even started. That caught him off guard. There was no way she had given up on her world domination scheme.
