Dravon rubbed his forehead slowly.
"So because you felt insecure," he said in a flat, cold tone, "we had to abandon our duties and rush here. Are you telling me you now have the nerve to lie openly to the monarchy, without anyone forcing you to do so?"
Gyros swallowed hard. His throat felt dry, and for a moment he could not find his voice. He knew he was lying. We knew he was lying. And I believed even Dravon knew that Gyros was just a puppet.
"I… I was blinded by my own arrogance," he said at last, his voice shaking. "I thought I could handle everything on my own, and I was wrong. Completely wrong." He lowered his head, fists clenched at his sides. "I apologize. I know I failed in my duty. Please… I am ready to accept any punishment for what I have done."
Dravon looked down at Gyros with open disgust.
"Do you have any idea how useless and pathetic you sound right now?"
He stepped forward and kicked Gyros hard in the chest.
Then again.
And again.
