Leonel watched as the palm fell down from above, the intent in his eyes blazing. There was a dance that seemed to be occurring in his mind, one that flitted between wanting to unleash the fury in his heart and not doing so.
He had to set a good example, one that taught his children that sometimes controlling your emotions was the best outcome for you. Often, venting your frustration wasn't really going to make you feel any better. That was something that Leonel had learned firsthand after his own father's death.
But right now…
Leonel didn't seem to care to be the bigger person.
This Regulator was the one who disrespected his father's memory, plucking his soul out from whatever stream of consciousness it had been lost in and forcing it to appear here.
How could his father's statue have appeared here when he had never been to the Idol Battlefield before? What the Regulator had done was worse than digging up his corpse.
