"Why what?" Derrick snapped, subtle hostility leaking from him.
Severin watched him, raising his eyes to meet his until Derrick looked away. "Why are you trying to be disloyal now? Don't you have the power you want? And with time, you will grow."
Severin's voice grew soft and a little warm, as if he was begging him to reconsider.
Derrick shrugged and turned his head towards him. "Why? Maybe because of you! You! You're using me, you're acting like you're some kind of boss, and then you go ahead and don't do anything yourself, always using people to do what you want."
He was breathing hard now, red energy crawled over his body, warping all around him like living smoke. His hand on the chair tightened, and with a snap, he shattered the back.
His eyes flashed, and he moved toward Severin. "You are a weak person, Severin. Everything you do reeks of weakness, and yet..."
