Disbelief and shock opened his eyes, wide, as he heard her confess, "Your mother, hmm?"
Rage kept his eyes sharp after.
He wanted to shred her, his magic acting on his impulse, sharp as it cut deep into her aura, slicing into her colors with a pained disgust. Thomas couldn't believe she'd guessed something so intimate, so he assumed he was to blame; unless Izuyanai suddenly became a mind-reader, he must have said something, his mouth open as his mind wandered his memories.
Thomas breathed, a pathetic attempt at calming himself. He'd been a fool, and she was only lucky to have been there. It wasn't weakness he'd shown, not really, but he'd given something up freely to the Kelvic.
And then she had the audacity to tease him? As if he cared to know about her happiness. That was the last thing he wanted after, and it had been a ridiculous question. Thomas sneered at his own attempt, annoyed and disappointed he'd wasted his turn. His own vanity had blinded him, again, forever his curse. He'd thought himself so clever, playing detective with the Kevlic, when he forgot the very thing that hadn't yet failed to solicit a reaction.
Why try and feign a gently curiosity when cruelty had worked so well?
"Already giving up? Thomas asked, his voice bitter with condescension, "I knew you where weak, I saw that, but I thought you would at least try to better yourself. Why else would you waste your money on lessons?" he asked, an obvious attempt to bait her into continuing, into overgiving. Avalis had warned him against this, and he'd countered overgiving was the only way to achieve greatness. What a curious idea, he thought, to try prove his argument with a Kelvic? If she overcame, then he was right, and he only need to show the Ethaefal. If he was wrong, well, he saw no point to admit anything. Thomas would take Izuyanai's hopeful mistake as a warning for himself.
"Whatever. It's my turn, isn't it?" He smiled easily, sweetly.
"Do you wish you weren't Kelvic? That you were instead something not meant to be a slave?"
Rage kept his eyes sharp after.
He wanted to shred her, his magic acting on his impulse, sharp as it cut deep into her aura, slicing into her colors with a pained disgust. Thomas couldn't believe she'd guessed something so intimate, so he assumed he was to blame; unless Izuyanai suddenly became a mind-reader, he must have said something, his mouth open as his mind wandered his memories.
Thomas breathed, a pathetic attempt at calming himself. He'd been a fool, and she was only lucky to have been there. It wasn't weakness he'd shown, not really, but he'd given something up freely to the Kelvic.
And then she had the audacity to tease him? As if he cared to know about her happiness. That was the last thing he wanted after, and it had been a ridiculous question. Thomas sneered at his own attempt, annoyed and disappointed he'd wasted his turn. His own vanity had blinded him, again, forever his curse. He'd thought himself so clever, playing detective with the Kevlic, when he forgot the very thing that hadn't yet failed to solicit a reaction.
Why try and feign a gently curiosity when cruelty had worked so well?
"Already giving up? Thomas asked, his voice bitter with condescension, "I knew you where weak, I saw that, but I thought you would at least try to better yourself. Why else would you waste your money on lessons?" he asked, an obvious attempt to bait her into continuing, into overgiving. Avalis had warned him against this, and he'd countered overgiving was the only way to achieve greatness. What a curious idea, he thought, to try prove his argument with a Kelvic? If she overcame, then he was right, and he only need to show the Ethaefal. If he was wrong, well, he saw no point to admit anything. Thomas would take Izuyanai's hopeful mistake as a warning for himself.
"Whatever. It's my turn, isn't it?" He smiled easily, sweetly.
"Do you wish you weren't Kelvic? That you were instead something not meant to be a slave?"
