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“Look at Father. He’s the most powerful being I’ve ever known. He can defend us against any foe. You don’t think it’s a gift?”

I swallowed back an angry sigh. “Maybe you should ask Father what he thinks.”

“Maybe I will. In the meantime, you should eat something. That’s why I’m here, after all.” He shoved the plate through a slot that appeared in the glass. “There’s still a bit of food left.”

He’d eaten all the meat, leaving a few carrots, half of a bun, and a small scoop of peas. “Great. I’m famished.”

“So are you going to tell me what led to this?”

“I don’t really think it’s any of your business.”

The truth was, I didn’t actually know. How could I explain something I barely understood myself?

“Something had to have triggered it. Did someone hurt you? Did you get a bad grade on your homework?”

I glared at him. “When have I ever cared about my grades? I’m not you.”