Right, and now Autor has all the power in the room again. Oddly enough, he's not sure he likes that. Rabastan is as pale as milk and that's just irritating.

And now Autor's irritated because he's irritated! Gah!

If he cries again, then so help me... Autor huffs and folds his arms. This whole situation is ridiculous.

"Well?" he turns to Elea. "We've spoken."

Are you happy with your meddling? I could have taken Rabastan's past with me to my grave.

He's not going to dwell on how it was him who'd indirectly brought it up.