The only question left was—why?
Lugh could try to interfere. He could take the knowledge he'd stolen from the dead and act against whatever schemes the enemies had set in motion.
But for what reason? Why should he lift a finger?
This wasn't his problem. Not really.
Besides, uncovering their exact intentions would demand more than guesswork. It would require concentration. Investigation. Motivation.
Lugh had none of the three. Sure, he had access to fragments of memories, floating like debris in the sea of his mind.
From that, he could stitch together a basic outline—they wanted Isolde dead that much was for sure. But today, that felt... secondary.
The attack had been sloppy and unfocused. As though killing her wasn't the goal, merely a bonus.
The real objective had been the attack itself, rather than its result. Were they trying to send a message?
But the "why" behind it remained frustratingly out of reach.
