Garen fell silent.
‘Did you think your Soul Seed and Secret Techniques could triumph against them? Don't be naive.' Black Sethe laughed sarcastically. 'Only techniques that specifically counters against illusions would truly be able to go against them, the current you is still leagues away from them! Without my protection, you're just a blob of delicious cake!"
"Then why would you protect me? I don't recall asking for help?" Garen walked out of the corridor slowly, exited the complex entrance of his rented unit and began walking down the steps.
Black Sethe seemed to be speechless.
‘Do you think I wanted it? Isn't it all because I'm bound to you! I'm also a goner if you croaked, did you think I protected you willingly?!'
"And then?"