Furious was an understatement.
Lucivar was seething, he wanted to slap Leandra across her face, but he must do something right now.
He caged his intention to confront Leandra and dashed away to chase after Ciri.
Running through the sidewalk, pushing aside people from his way—he sprinted to go around the corner and intercept Ciri in the alley she was in earlier. Gandr appeared on his shoulder while he ran, hissing into his ear, "An angry mind is no mind at all, remember that."
"Tch! It's easier for you to say!" Lucivar barked and sped up.
But even then, he took the advice to heart.
Since Gandr took the time to tell him this, there must be a way to turn this to his advantage.
A random variable would never cease to exist, no matter how perfect the plan is, especially when there was Leandra—who was basically the random variable itself. But not all random variables would impact the plan badly.
And this might be one of those variables.
