Sylas looked toward Alex, his expression remaining as unreadable as it had been since he returned to Earth.
"You know, if someone you've known forever tells you they're from a shockingly powerful Clan, you should at least react with a little bit of surprise."
Sylas didn't reply, and after several seconds of waiting for a reaction that clearly wasn't coming, Alex raised his hands in defeat.
"Alright, fine. I don't know why I expected anything else. You were a pain in the ass when you were weak, so I don't know why I thought becoming a God would make you any better."
To Sylas, the revelation that Alex was a member of the Nethum Clan wasn't particularly interesting. He had long grown accustomed to the man's habit of keeping secrets, and even longer ago, he had stopped caring about most of them. In fact, there had been a time when Sylas kept Alex close primarily because allowing him to wander around unsupervised was more trouble than it was worth.
