"Now, Strax..." the man turned with a calm, almost feline movement, as he brought the cup of tea to his lips. The steam rose from between the horns and disappeared into the soft light of the temple "The question is no longer who I am. The question is: who will you choose to be after this?"
The silence between the two lasted a second longer than necessary. And then the man smiled in a corner, with an expression that mixed sarcasm and ancestral weariness.
"I'll be honest with you... after taking a peek into your life, I was a little disappointed."
Strax frowned, his fist clenching on instinct.
'That bastard... Did he come to help me or judge me?
