"...Why is a Red Plague speaking to me politely and with reason?!" Leon stomped her tiny legs against the ground, frustration spilling out of her voice.
"Heh." Sakaar let out a rare, short laugh, the kind that carried both mockery and faint amusement. "That's actually a good question..." He continued walking a few more steps, his heavy stride echoing, before adding in a calm, almost nostalgic tone, "I would've liked to offer the thanks to myself for all the discipline you see, but the truth is... without him, I would still be nothing more than a dirt digger, wasting away in Nihari. What you see before you now is the direct result of the Lord's hand."
