I do not think you are taking this situation entirely seriously, Trickshot,” said TW, floating in front of Trickshot with his arms folded in front of his chest.
Lying flat on one of the cushy sofas in the commons, Trickshot looked up at TW lazily. “What do you mean? I’m taking a well-deserved rest.”
“I’m not saying you don’t deserve to relax,” said TW, “especially after that last match, which was simply crazy. But I just wonder if you have more important things to worry about now.”
Trickshot, who had a bowl of chocolate ice cream he got from the cafeteria, scooped up a big spoonful of ice cream and stuffed it into his mouth. Swallowing the rich, smooth chocolate ice cream in one gulp, Trickshot said, “Like what?”
TW looked around quickly before saying vaguely, “The Prophecy.”
Ah. Tri
