There was a moment of silence before Atticus finally spoke.
"I was targeted during the ascension trial, and you allowed it."
"Ah, I see." The Great Verge nodded, calm. "So? I owe you nothing. I simply turned a blind eye. That shouldn't be nearly enough to earn your ire."
"You owe every god undertaking your surprise trial fairness. If I had been any weaker, I would have died. All because you chose to 'turn a blind eye'." Atticus' eyes furrowed.
"It speaks for your character. My first impression of you is that you are a corrupt, rotten star that can't be trusted."
"My my, such blunt words." A smile that shocked Atticus stretched across the Great Verge's face.
"I guess it's expected. I had been told respect should not be expected from children. I'm only just experiencing it."
Atticus ignored the jab, and he didn't fall for any one of the Verge's jokes or attempts at breaking the obvious tension between them.
