He refused to admit his own mediocrity, his own incompetence. He couldn't understand how Graces had so easily accomplished what he himself had spent countless years and so much effort failing to do.
He refused to admit he was incompetent.
Graces gave a slight nod. He didn't press the matter further. The truth was, the answer wasn't important to him. He and Lustan had never shared a deep father-son bond.
If anything, the thought of Lustan only brought back memories Graces would rather forget.
"Go on, kill me. Use my blood to pave your road to success. I'm willing."
"Don't think so highly of yourself. I'm not going to kill you, but you will never be free again. I'm sending you back to the Dark Prison, where you'll live out the rest of your days."
