Old Brama's face turned malevolent for just a moment before he calmed down. He exhaled a breath and shook his head. To Sylas' surprise, he then turned his gaze toward him.
"Sorry, boy."
Sylas raised an internal eyebrow. Sorry for what, exactly? For dragging him into this mess?
"Niafon, what brings you here today?" the old man asked calmly.
"I think you know that already. I felt you trying to speed someone through the protocols."
"It seems you have a little bit of respect after all."
"Well, I wouldn't blame a little girl from being influenced by her own grandfather, now would I? Do you think I'm some sort of monster only here to target you? The mistakes you've made are of your own making. My Auran Race and your Unitaurs had a harmonious relationship otherwise."
"Don't speak to me as though I am a child. What do you want?"
"Oh? You're so insistent on this? This is already the third time you've done this. The result in the end is always the same."
"Just say it."
