Oof. This was not the topic Luka really wanted to deep dive into, but it was probably unavoidable considering recent events. He takes a long, drawn out sip of his drink while he tries to think of the best way to explain how the killing of Four came to be.

"They weren't expecting it." He admits. "I wasn't even being particularly subtle, but they weren't expecting it at all."

He stirs his drink with a straw idly, distracting himself.

"It was the first monster to just walk away from a battle. I came back later with a sword. They were acting like a fan of mine."

He feels a twinge of guilt inside himself when he says those words, but tries to shake it off. Four wasn't a fan, they were a monster, and it was good that they were dead.