His voice was soft. A son's voice.
But then, his smile twisted.
A flicker of darkness curled at the corners of his grin.
His gaze sharpened.
His soul pulsed.
"…But before I go, there's one final revelation I haven't made yet."
The water around him trembled.
Both primordials paused mid-curtsy.
Their heads turned in perfect sync.
Mearie narrowed her eyes.
Luminara stiffened.
"Quinnie… Why are you hiding so many things from your loving mothers?!" they said together.
But their son only smiled wider in response, shadows blooming behind his back like unfolding wings.
"This one… might break your minds a little."
Quinlan didn't speak any further.
Instead, he grinned. Slowly. Deeply. Like a villain preparing a monologue.
The mothers basically teleported in unison, appearing seated on his thighs with divine elegance and impatience.
"Tell us!" they demanded, pressing their foreheads to his.
But he gave them nothing.
No vision. No whisper. Not even a hint.
