"And why would he do that?" Aric asked.
"Because I followed him myself, I made the decision to follow him, I followed my Master, he didn't take me," Gorin said. His tone dropped slightly as he spoke.
Aric noticed the drop in tone. He looked into Gorin's eyes—there was a small hint of sadness and regret. Aric sat on the floor and crossed his legs. He locked eyes with Gorin and asked, "What is it that you want to say? There's something, right?"
Gorin's eyes widened in shock, but he quickly returned to his normal expression. "You can't manipulate details out of me," he said, looking away.
"I'm not asking you for information on your master. I'm asking you to say that thing you want to say. It's easy to tell that something is weighing you down," Aric said.
Gorin turned to look at Aric. He opened his mouth but then closed it. He looked away again.
"Oh, come on already, tell me—or would you rather we go back to the stabbing and healing?" Aric asked.
