"What about him?"
"Well, he's a perfect example of what I'm talking about."
"The man possesses a decent amount of strength, and suddenly he thinks the entire world should revolve around him. He looks down on anyone he considers weaker, flaunts his status whenever possible, and seems personally offended by the existence of people who don't worship the ground he walks on."
Erazel pressed her lips together, clearly trying not to smile.
"That's a rather harsh assessment."
"Is it inaccurate?"
She hesitated. "...Not entirely."
"See?" I chuckled.
"Personally, I find that sort of behavior exhausting. What's the point of constantly proving that you're stronger than everyone else? If someone doesn't bother me, I have no reason to bother them."
I looked toward the settlement below.
"Strength is useful, certainly. But I don't see why possessing it should change how I treat ordinary people."
Erazel fell silent.
