No matter if there were tears or not, the acting was awful, but the script was truly explosive.
Every shudder turned Ivan's face a shade paler. This was neither what he should see nor hear. His knees went weak, and with a snap, he knelt down.
"Who told you to kneel? She's your daughter. Show some respect and stand up!"
Wayne glared at Ivan. Some things aren't significant until they're weighed; once weighed, they're unstoppable. This kneeling could cost him his life.
Unmoved, Ivan watched as Wayne waved his hand, summoning a gust of wind that pinned the Pope against the wall by the window like a noodle.
"Why, you won't let me handle the Pope, yet you handle him..."
Idinis's face showed a betrayed desolation as she somberly said, "You promised me. You are you, I am I. We agreed not to meddle with the Dark Church because of our relationship. And now, you even dare to command the Pope."
