Cyrus looked at Keelion first, before slowly nodding.
"And why is that? What did he do to you?"
Cyrus bit into his bottom lip.
"H-he…. I was made to do his work because he couldn't do them—"
"Who made you?"
"A-Augustus."
"Go on."
"It made me mad. I shouldn't have to do someone else's work because they were weak."
"I heard Alexis apologized to you. Is that true?"
"Yes…" Cyrus nodded. "He did."
"Why were you going to hurt him again?"
He couldn't answer. He couldn't even raise his head to look at him.
"You had no reason." It wasn't a question. "A grown man like you…" Disgust rolled with those words.
Keelion tossed the phone to the floor. He stared at the man on his knees, and for a second for whatever reason, Cyrus assumed he was being let off the hook.
Reality dawned on him when Keelion yanked him off the floor with a hand to his throat and peered into his eyes.