Bab 305: Four Months II

Altair was rather disturbed by Syris's strange outburst. It hadn't been the first time she'd ever lost against him in such a manner, especially when it came to the test of one's sword. He'd bestered her before. Her true skill never laid in her skill but rather her ability to fuse to bend reality into what she wanted. 

To see her shedding tears over such a matter left him slightly regretful and confused. He'd wanted to apologize, but had there been anything to apologize over? 

'The stronger ate the weak,' he thought, justifying the victory as he lifted her teary chin with a finger to look her in the eyes. 

"Mine."