Glaring across the room with a tangible sense of smugness, Ratio crossed his arms. Watching Aventurine stare at the empty doorway where Sunday once stood was satisfying. It was as if Ratio hadn't a care in the world that he had betrayed the gambler. He had it coming, after all.

With a gun in his waistband, he was prepared for Aventurine to rage at him, ready to defend himself should the man go feral with anger.