"…Sigh…"
Professor Varnen's exhale this time was heavier, tired in a way that had little to do with age and everything to do with experience. He glanced sidelong at Lucavion, as though measuring not his power—but his patience.
"Your attitude in this matter will be important."
Lucavion's eyebrows lifted with almost theatrical innocence. "Why?"
Varnen didn't flinch. "Because the Academy will need to investigate this."
There was no threat in his tone. No heat. Just inevitability.
"I don't know what you've done—yet," he said, "but it appears you've already made quite a few enemies by simply walking through the door."
Lucavion's lips curled, not quite into a smile. "I did no such thing. People simply choose to be my enemies. I don't force anyone."
A beat of silence.
Then Varnen muttered under his breath, "…I can see why people choose to be your enemy."
Lucavion blinked once. "Really?"
Another sigh—this one laced with reluctant amusement.
