"Son, aren't you tired?" Alexander yawned. "We have been like this for an hour and you still have not changed your mind. How am I supposed to spend the next few months with you?"
Alexander was crazy. That was the only thing that Luka could think of. Alexander's mood would change every few minutes.
One moment he's fine—the finest he can be—and he's talking to Luka in with a sing-song tone even though Luka tries not to listen to him and never answered back.
The next moment he suddenly gets mad and slaps Luka while yelling "Choose the obvious decision."
Luka's body hurt all over. His Angelic powers were gone with whatever Alexander had done and none of his injuries had healed even a little bit.
Every time that his body tried to at least relax a little in that uncomfortable situation, Alexander would notice and hit him everywhere but his stomach.
