"Look at your astute son. So cunning, he is."

Juliette grew vexed, retorting, “Clearly, he inherited your genes as well. Why do you cast blame on me?"

Korbyn touched his nose pensively, his tone now softening.

"Summon Rena here. I must have a conversation with her."

“She is currently in Heron, engrossed in a substantial project.