I must admit I am impressed by his restraint. Perhaps that is Underidge's failure: he is impulsive, unable to be controlled even by those he wishes to be controlled by. That is why I am not too deeply surprised by his father having intruded upon Asteraia - it is what he does. He takes direction but he often misses the nuance of such direction. So, am I to believe that this boy is truly the refined form of his father? Or is there more to him? It'd be a shame for him to merely be a shadow, no? I thought I was content with that once. Ah, but how we grow.

I can feel the tension that sparks between us as I bring myself closer to him; this is a test too, I suppose. Can he stay so restrained when I am so directly challenging that part of him? And if he can't, does it truly matter? He's given me something interesting to consider. I wonder...if Aster pushes this issue further, just how willing would the son be to hand the father over. It would not surprise me. After all, I had been the one to whisper into the ears of my own dying father.

"If you are punishing him, why should I? Perhaps such unwanted attention was never unwanted in the first place," I smirk, my head tilting back towards him with such a devious expression. We had lost nothing with Asteraia's cry against us - if anything, it had only sought to bring her impulsiveness to the forefront of the collective conciousness. Now everybody knew Asteraia was flighty, irrational even. But what do they say of Glorall? They only know us as the pack who permitted Asteraian wolves to see their families and who sought to please Asteraia with my own son visiting their borders to do...whatever it is he does. Unwanted? Maybe. Just not for us.

"You wanted a reward for killing a child, didn't you? This is it: you can punish your father by being his child." I state it flatly before I move forward several steps, moving in an arc so that I might face him once again though I see him from the side now, sizing him up slowly but surely. "Tell me, Blackthorne. Why do you hate him so?" This question is lighter, perhaps, said with a curiosity unlike any of my prior questions for him. I relax my posture ever so slightly, head tilting slowly. This is, after all, what we have in common, no? Though, I don't suppose I ever truly hated Heyel. I simply despised the idea of him, I imagine. But what of this man?