"why my master was rough on me."
That…
"I see." I reply curtly, cutting him off from his monologue, "but there's one thing you seem to forget." My voice lowers, "and that's the fact that.." I'm peering straight into his golden eyes. And my head is light, almost dizzying. "I'm not your student." I growl, crouching low, and waiting for him to attack or something.
But his eyes widen, and the glow in them erase. "Oh!" He exclaims, "kid, you've got spite. How rich. Keep that, don't let it fade from your heart. Because if the spite you carry in you is your mightiest weapon, then it'd fade the longer you stay with me." A wide grin stretches on his lips.
And then he moves his head lazily— pointing it toward the ground in front of him, "sit kid. I'm not going to repeat myself." As he speaks, my heart twirls within my chest— tightening like it'll burst any moment from now.
Where is my mask..
