Chapter 265: Pests, Novels About Himself, and Fourteen Whole Days
Elyn's POV
I crossed my arms.
"What is this I hear," I said, "about you locking the children up?"
Zorathys blinked.
There was a brief, almost visible shift in his expression — something that might have been confusion, or mild disappointment, or both layered together.
"I thought," he said slowly, "that I had done something to upset you."
He paused.
"But you're talking about those pests?"
"The children," I said, "are not pests."
He considered this.
"They behave like pests," he said. "They look like pests. They speak like pests."
He said it with the calm certainty of someone presenting evidence that he found thoroughly convincing.
"Therefore," he concluded, "they are pests."
I stared at him.
"Is that your reasoning?" I asked. "That's the full reasoning?"
"It is sound reasoning," he said.
"It's not."
"It is."
I exhaled through my nose.
