"Come in." Christopher beckoned glancing over dozens of applications. Emil stormed in as he lowered the papers smiling. "Ahh, Emil, perfect timing I was hoping to have a word with you."
"Father, hasn't this gone enough? You've had your little fun. Stop this madness."
Christopher gave a poorly executed confused look as he bashed the papers against the table. "I know not what you talk about son."
"Zinnia! Why are you forcing her through this?! Hasn't she proven enough? Why are you tormenting her to this suffering?! Just let us see Helga."
"Alright, I understand son. I'm sorry. Perhaps I did go a little too far. Zinnia isn't like the others. Perhaps I was too harsh on her. Understandable. I'll inform the others you have offered to take over the trials."
Emil froze, licking his lips not sure if he heard his father correctly. "What?"