Ezekiel's mansion dominated the district's centre, a large complex of marble that spoke of wealth accumulated over decades, and gardens surrounded the main structure.
Time to discuss the future.
Entering the mansion, the interior rivalled royal palaces back on earth.
"Welcome to my home," Ezekiel said, his tone carrying no hint of pride.
The demonstration of Ethan's capabilities had recontextualised his accumulated luxury, revealing it as petty hoarding.
"Impressive," Ethan replied neutrally.
He wasn't going to judge Ezekiel for his past right now. Ethan wasn't some righteous hero who would crusade to return everyone's stolen opportunities.
If Han hadn't attacked those close to him, Ethan wouldn't have acted at all. The city's political corruption would have remained just another background inconvenience.
But now that he'd claimed the ruling position, everything changed.
Ezekiel is under my wing now. Can't let him revert to old habits.
