Solomon stomped through the hallways of the academy, no longer caring if people thought he was crazy for talking to himself out loud.
Raizel was just that damned annoying.
"You dirty doggy."
"Shut up."
"I've never really seen you look at a woman like that… Kind of gross, if I'm being completely honest, but I am glad to see you happy at the very least."
Solomon's brow furrowed.
"…Do you think that maybe it's too soon for me to-"
"No." Raizel denied. "You deserve to be happy, brother. And pursuing that is not a betrayal of the departed. But I believe you already know that."
Solomon hated it when his brother actually talked sense. It made it harder for him to dismiss him as a stumbling, sword-obsessed fool.
"I just... don't know if I understand why you would choose a woman old enough to be our mother."
A vein bulged in Solomon's head.
"...She's not that old, you punk."
"She's not that young either."
