"What are wewe going to do?"
"You can't pretend nothing happened, Blaze. Aleksander is out of control, and wewe need to reign him in."
"I know." The fire-caster tightened his hands on the railing he leaned on, then flexed them, stretching the tight leather of his gloves. "And don't wewe forget about your own charge, mate."
"Who, Jace?" Seeker scoffed. "He isn't a problem."
"He nearly got himself killed today," Nic argued, "That's not something that should go unaddressed."
Seeker shrugged. "Maybe it would be better if I simply... Relieved him."
The other male gave him an incredulous look out of the corner of his eye. The wind was picking up, ruffling the blonde tufts of hair visible beneath the maroon fedora. His cold eyes were set on something in the distance.
"Declan," he waited for the blonde to look over a him, "I know that at the temple, where wewe were raised and trained, that things were harsh. But wewe can't abandon Jace."
"He's a child, he'll get over it."
"No, he won't," Nic assured him. "He trusts you. He would give up his life for you. What would wewe teach him kwa doing this? That wewe can't trust people?"
"You can't. It is better he learns that now."
"If that's how wewe feel, perhaps I should train him myself." There was a stretch of silence before Declan nodded. "Perhaps."
Nic shook his head in amazement at the man's careless nature. He pushes off the rail, turned his back to the assassin, and took off in a flame fueled kwa enmity.