In which an almost truce is formed

I was in the library. As always. It was finally clean. And now Brax decides to come back. It was not a good day. VIII was up to something weird with his drug. Not exactly sure what it did, but it wasn't going to end well. By either Brax's hand or Max's hand.
I smiled thinking about how she was finally getting out of the castle. Or I was, until I smelled smoke.
That only meant one person. Who I was not to happy with at the moment
"Seycax, where the Hell are you?"
"Up here, on the ladder. Geez you can wait a minute like a normal person." I said as I was crawling down the ladder.
"No, I actually can't."
"Yeah, you can, seeing as I'm finishing putting away the books YOU knocked over."
"Well this is more important. It's about Max." Now I was all ears.
"What?"
"Something weirds going on. Give me the diary."
"Hell No. You come in here and think you can just get what you want but you can't. I'm NOT giving it to you. But you can have a copy." I said sweetly.
"Look I know you don't like me. But-"
"No I don't, actually I'm pretty pissed at you."
"And you have every right to be. But this is for Max. She's like a sister to you. I can see it. VIII's done something to her and I want to know what. Will you help?" He looked at me, kind of desperately, too.
"Look, personally, I haven't seen enough to judge VIII. The best I can do I wait and observe."
"That's all I'll ask then, besides for one of those copies." I handed him one, and with that he was out the door.