William really wanted to punch Walker, this guy with an overly active imagination!
The worst part was that Walker had not only imagined William as his dad, but as a dad who was already dead, which made it even more uncomfortable.
"I think your dad threw you into the river because he felt he couldn't take care of you," William said. "As for whether he's dead or not... haven't you looked for him over the years?"
"Why would I look for him?" Walker said with a smirk. "The moment that bastard threw me into the river, our father-son relationship was over."
"So, are you trying to talk to me about your bleak childhood?"
"What bleak childhood?" Walker said through gritted teeth. "Don't you get it? I'm trying to tell you that I have a powerful lineage, and I've received a mysterious inheritance. That flying knife has a Weapon Spiri!"
"Oh!"
William nodded.
"That expression of yours..."
