Angelina finally turned from the window, and the gaslight revealed features that, while marked by time, still bore the strength that had once commanded this very chamber.
"You speak of control, Oceana, but what you truly desire is possession. You see in my grandson a weapon to be shaped rather than a young man to be guided."
Her words, though spoken softly, carried the weight of years of experience and the sting of truth. "I have seen what becomes of those who are trained in isolation from the world they are meant to protect. They become powerful, yes, but they also become distant from the very humanity their power should serve."
Jaegar just stood beside her, listening to her.
Oceana then said, "It is better than letting them roam free. Here, we can train him and protect him."
"Under supervision that amounts to imprisonment," Angelina replied sharply.
