Regardless of how his allies felt, this was the first straight forward answer Dravil felt he had received. It seemed like Dyon really believed the words he just said. But, the question was whether or not it was the truth, or delusion.
"Is this the man you decide to follow?" Second son stopped bothering with Dyon, instead turning his attention toward Madeleine, who he had seemingly decided he liked the best. "With your weak universe, you were likely forced into a marriage because he had a little bit of talent. Why don't I kill him for you and allow you a chance to choose a real man?"
"Since you've made your choice, don't fight me over the other two. You can have her, but I want them." Fourth son interjected.
Dravil said nothing. He wasn't very satisfied with this situation, but he also was willing to directly offend Dyon. If someone had to do it, it was best his subordinates did rather than him. At least that way, if it got out of hand, he could apologize.
