'…I'm trying to focus.'
Demorian let out a long, exasperated sigh, sounding like a father who had finally grown tired of his son's disappointing behavior.
'Fine, fine! Since you're so determined to live like a damned monk, at least satisfy this old man's curiosity. Why are you treating that boy like something you scraped off your boot? Wouldn't it be easier to work your usual manipulative magic and get him on your side?'
Zephyrion considered whether he should explain himself, but after a moment, decided there was little point in keeping it from him.
'It's better for me if he hates me.'
'Huh? Now how does that make any sense?'
