by Incendiarist

He glares. Of course he would. I mean, you did try to kill him, after all. What did you expect? For him to give you a hug and kiss? 'Oh, I don't mind that you almost killed me, not to mention cause armageddon.'

Of course not. You are a genius, after all.

But as he leaves, not having said much, likely too busy gloating to care, he smirks.

'Goodbye, Opal.'

That night, you replay the scene in your mind. What you thought was a smirk... was that a smile? A real, genuine smile? And the tone he used. Was that... sadness? No, it couldn't be. He doesn't care about you. He can't.

But, still...