"Why?" Lucas asked, his voice edged with ice and fury. "Why did you find joy in this chaos? In the screams inside these walls? You and whoever you're working with....what could you possibly gain from this destruction?"
The man's expression didn't change. His aged features were calm, his bearing regal.
"I have no business exchanging words with insects," the old man replied coolly, his voice deeper than stone, smooth as polished steel. "You are a lesser being. A child flailing in waters too deep. I do not converse with ants, and you..." his lip curled with the barest hint of disdain "....do not deserve to speak to me. You do not deserve to stand in my presence, much less interrupt the unfolding of something greater than your entire existence."
