City of Nyx (4)

Theodore stared at the two Vardokens, ignoring everything else in that moment. Lost in the own swirling rage of hatred that pounded in his chest.

"Too much?" Theodore scoffed. "Isn't it too little, rather? You two have managed to live your entire lives under the pretense of not being who you guys truly are, escaping from the sins of your family without repercussion–"

"Enough."

Lukas thought that those words came from someone else, but then he realized that Theodore and the rest of the group were looking at him. He was the one who said it.

"We're not going to get anywhere like this." Lukas sighed and crossed his arms. "If you're so insistent on not hiding who they are and escaping from their birthright, then let's just register them as who they really are. Or is there another problem that you're not revealing?"