"Fine."
"So, the first question is—are you here to take me back to Duke? I'm sure he must've struck some kind of deal with you to bring me back," Zunda said.
Jake's eyes widened. "I'm not here for that. Though yeah, I did get your location from old man Duke but only because I asked. He didn't send me to bring you back," he replied, shaking his head.
Zunda narrowed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh, her chest rising and falling in rhythm. "If you're not here for that, then I'm guessing you came for more… personal reasons. Am I right?"
"Yeah. Personal," Jake said, though confusion was beginning to settle in.
"Then it must be my second guess." Zunda's voice shifted— as if certain about something. "I figured this would happen eventually. It's the pattern. The way of the Protoss," she said, rising from her seat. "Very well. Since you're here for *that*, we might as well get started."
