"Enter," Sylas said, motioning toward a twist in space.
Alex and Jala looked at it for a moment, then toward one another.
"You mean to say that you could have let us enter before, but you didn't?" Alex pouted. "We almost died, you know. Several times."
Normally, Sylas wouldn't respond to something like this, but this time he actually looked between the two of them.
"I bring you two along because you might be useful to me in the future. However, you not only grow at a far slower pace than I do, but you are weak. Unless you can reach a certain standard, it's not worth my time or effort.
"This time I'll protect you like this only because it's too great of a challenge. Nothing more, nothing less."
Alex's pout only grew deeper. He didn't need Sylas to say these things out loud; he already understood him maybe too well. The only one who seemed to finally "understand" was Jala himself, but it was hard to tell if he was happy about it, or just more disappointed.
