"Your Highness, I beg for your apology on my son's behalf," Jake's father, Gideon, stepped up immediately, bowing low. "I swear I will discipline my son well." Since the other kids hadn't physically raised a hand against Idris, they had already been dismissed from the school's chairman's office.
Jake glared sullenly at his father, but remained quiet, unwilling to apologize himself.
"What will disciplining Jake do?" Casaio stated, his tone flat. He had already seen how Jake was reacting toward his father's apology, with resentment, not remorse.
"He may just learn to be sneakier and bully more kids. Instead, he must learn the empathy of how it feels when someone gets locked in a room for twelve years, completely alone," he pronounced, referring to Idris's traumatic past.
"Of course, I—" Gideon began, ready to agree to any punishment, but Casaio held up his hand, cutting him off.
"I would like to talk to Jake in private now. Everyone shall dismiss," Casaio commanded.
