He made no move to draw a blade or a weapon and merely approached in silence, seemingly unconcerned. Stafan feared that incredibly normal movement. He realized that Sebas was really going to kill him.
“Wait! Wait! I half a gooh proposhishon for you!”
“…It is difficult for me to understand you. Do you mean to say that you have a good proposition for me? Let me think… I am not interested.”
“Shen why are you shoing shomshing like thish!”
There was no reason for him to end up in a situation like this. Just what reason could there be for him to die? For the first time, Sebas was able to understand his thoughts.