"Uh… about the blade… it's a…" Lucius sighed, dropping his gaze, feeling trapped.
"Can you show us the blade?" Lilian asked, her tone firm.
Lucius looked at them, sensing the serious, expectant stares directed at him. He felt annoyed that they were putting him in such a position.
"Can't you guys just let me be?" he snapped."I am trying here to meet up with what I've missed and if you keep summoning me then I won't be able to focus…"
"Silence, boy!" Mentor Nolan's voice cut through the room, dripping with disdain. "Westworld remains as strong as powerful as it is all thanks to the power the Ethersphere granted every one of us! Now, it's our priority to find out if there's something wrong with it, and your return makes us think that way. Now, show us the blade this instant!"
Lucius frowned, defiant. "And what if I don't want to?"
Mentor Nolan stood up in anger, looking at the boy like he'd grown two heads.
