Daxter nodded slowly, though the furrow in his brow remained. "No serious talk, sir? That feels a little odd. I mean, Mr. Axton isn't the type to suddenly invite someone to lunch without a clear reason."
Lucas kept his gaze fixed ahead, his voice calm but carrying a weight that couldn't be dismissed. "You're right. It is strange. But like I said before, lunch with an enemy can either be a wise move or the beginning of a new disaster."
He turned to look at Daxter, who was still watching him closely. His eyes were sharp, full of consideration, yet not entirely closed off to hope. "And for some reason, I feel like this might actually be the start of something good."
