"Leave. You cannot have my son," a stone-faced man who looked so much like Tristan, Troy's older brother, said as he looked at Xander.
The two of them have been exchanging words for over half an hour already, but both of them were still so insistent on being heard. Neither of them wanted to back down, and so, their conversation still kept going.
"I'll let you say your goodbyes for now. You won't see him again after today," he continued.
"I'm sure you're aware of this, Sir, but I've already marked Troy. You can't possibly have us separated," Xander said with a serious face. "Troy would suffer if we were apart. You wouldn't want that, would you?" he continued.
"Are you threatening me right now?" Troy's father, Benedict, said as he glared at Xander. "It depends on how you interpret it, Sir," Xander responded.
'This kid...' Benedict thought, trying not to let out a chuckle upon hearing Xander's response.
