Nero blinked, the weight of the previous revelation still pressing against his thoughts. He frowned, trying to make sense of Bishop's words.
"What do you mean?"
Bishop cleared his throat and moved back to his chair, gesturing for Nero to sit as well. Nero hesitated, then lowered himself back into the seat, his eyes never leaving the older man's face.
"Lyon told me how you don't want to remain small and skinny all your days," Bishop began, his tone shifting back into something calmer. He slowly brushed back his hair and huffed.
"And to that, I agree. The terrors true Templars face cannot be overcome with small bodies. That is why noble families are chosen due to their powerful blood that create enhanced physiques."
Nero leaned forward slightly, his curiosity sharpening. The mention of noble families brought another question to mind, one that had been nagging at him since he first saw Bishop's face.
"By the way, Mister Bishop. Aren't you and Lyon from noble families? How come…"
