His words again irritated him. Playing all innocent and unaware.
"Stop it old man. Don't act as if you know me or you care." Lycoan said.
"I do. For the both. I do know you and I do care." The old man said.
Anger was bowling in him. But Lycaon gulped and asked. "So you know me since I was born?"
"Yes."
"Answer my questions then." Lycaon said.
"What questions?" The old man asked.
"I will not ask what happened on that day. Everyone knows it." Lycaon said. He paused and opened his mouth to continue, to ask further. But before he could he could do so, the old man spoke up.
"Yes. She was told if she continues to keep you. She will die when you born." The old man said.
"What?" Lycaon questioned, surprised by what he heard he didn't know about this. "What do you mean by she was told before?"
The old man looked at him. "Don't you know?" He then said.
"No. Wait." Lycaon confused. "How do you know that, he asked.