Sweet Halone, this man really never ceases to be a nightmare. Estinien gives him an incredulous, and also disgusted, look. He has no idea what he's talking about and it shows.
"You don't consider yourself a part of mankind?" he replies, somewhat taken aback by how purely over the top this reaction seems. Like, what in the seven hells? "Elezen are a race of man as much as any other... or elves, as you put it. I was speaking of men proving their beastliness by the cruelty of their deeds - you're the one that suggested they were already subhuman."
He scowls a little, his confusion flipping right around to anger.
"Do you always begin to drool on yourself the moment you hear something that displeases you? I'd have had hoped that someone as old as you would have learned some self control."
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"You don't consider yourself a part of mankind?" he replies, somewhat taken aback by how purely over the top this reaction seems. Like, what in the seven hells? "Elezen are a race of man as much as any other... or elves, as you put it. I was speaking of men proving their beastliness by the cruelty of their deeds - you're the one that suggested they were already subhuman."
He scowls a little, his confusion flipping right around to anger.
"Do you always begin to drool on yourself the moment you hear something that displeases you? I'd have had hoped that someone as old as you would have learned some self control."