[Kronid is furious - the blaze of his eyes burning bright with ice cold rage. Still, as Vicious starts to shake, to cower, to plead...the edge starts to blunt a little.

He knows that Vicious was only doing as he was asked. In the name of helping him, no less.

He knows where the blame ACTUALLY lies. And that's why his eyes shut, why he sighs and scrubs a hand over his face, letting out a soft growl of frustration and resignation both.

It isn't his fault. Don't punish him for wanting to help you.

Shut up.]

...I know. I know you were asked.

I saw everything.

[He drops his hand, and when he looks back up, the rage has been replaced by...exhaustion.]

It's...fair, for you to have been curious. And now you have your proof.

Just like he said, right?