That's absolutely ridiculous.
"It's a solid theory," Grimoire counters, sitting on the floor across from Selene. He's back in his child form, with only minimal flames flickering over his skin. Aurum, for his part, watches in silence, exactly seven feet separating the tip of his paw from her side.
If he moves even an inch forward, she snaps at him. It didn't take long for him to realize he should stay back.
I feel bad for him, but—
Don't feel bad for him.
—Selene doesn't have any interest in backing down.
Of course I don't.
Grimoire continues, unfazed by our side conversation. "Look, the fault lies with her, no matter how you slice it."
That is factually incorrect.
"You use that word, but I don't think you understand what factual means."
That is also factually incorrect.
