"Why are you treating him with such importance?" An irritated voice sounded in the otherwise quiet room.
Oberon turned and fixed his eyes on the buff man who had just spoken. Vexarius.
They were both inside an office that resembled a control room.
"What do you mean?" Oberon asked.
Vex clicked his tongue. "That brat, you treat him with so much respect. Why? He killed thousands of innocents with his actions alone! He should be bound in chains and held accountable for—"
"Vexarius," Oberon cut him off before he could finish speaking.
"In every aspect of my life, I have always aspired to make the best and most logical decisions. Do you know why?"
Vexarius remained silent, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Because logic is the foundation upon which civilizations rise and upon which they fall. Emotion is fleeting, an unreliable guide. But reason? Reason is absolute.
