he wanted to call the angel out since they were being a jerk.

Slowly, the angels speaks to each one. Eventually, she reaches Arachne.

he stared at the angel, hiding a frown with a poker face.

The angel stares at him again for a moment. She then suddenly switches to English. * Weaver-queen Silk, would you mind telling me why a human is accompanying you?*


Some of the other ethers snicker at that.

he frowned. *i can speak for myself. im not dumb.* he said firmly, staring daggers at the angel. *its not her fault im here.*

She stares at him again. Once again, it feels as if everything else fades away into nothingness. * You will not speak to me, human.* She says the word with disgust, like how one might talk about a roach or leech.

he fought the fear and asked firmly, *why not? im just as intelligent as all the other people here. i have my own opinions about humans and the other races.* he said.

She laughs mockingly. * You are not as intelligent, child. Now be silent.*

he glared. *just because your older doesnt mean your smarter. old people arent always wise. its the same here.*

Without warning, theres suddenly a splitting pain in his head. When the angel speaks again, her voice is booming, seeming as if its striking him physically like a slap to the entire body. * You will not talk back to me. One more word out of you, and youll be sent away.*