The panic in Samuel's eyes set in as he saw his father's eyes that had glared at him with a look of disappointment. He turned around, finding all his uncles who had been on his side had stopped siding with him with most of them looking away in attempt to avoid gazing back to his eyes. If Zennox had given up on his son, they didn't see how they could accept or help Samuel any longer.
"It isn't me… it isn't me!! Someone must have used my voice—"
"—You do know that is a more difficult thing to do compared to recording your voice you know?" Ilyana cut him off as he had been backed by the wall. She smiled seeing the terror that almost ripped Samuel's wide eyes. "If you don't want to recognize the voice that is fine. What about this?"
