(The Eternal Garden, Kaelith's POV)
"Idiot…" Kaelith muttered, his voice calm but edged with quiet irritation, as he couldn't help but feel disappointed in his son Raymond for the way he had handled Veyr.
Just like Veyr had guessed, he had indeed been listening in on their conversation from afar, and could analyze the exact moment where Raymond had messed up.
"You took him out of the Garden too easily. Of course he would catch on to us after that," he mused, his tone carrying that rare mix of frustration and weary amusement that only a father could have toward a reckless child.
"All the talent in the universe…. You could have become the greatest warrior the universe had ever seen, even surpassing your grandfather, but unfortunately, you don't have the mind for it.
You don't think before you act, and despite being five centuries old, you still behave like a spoiled child."
Kaelith complained, as he couldn't come to terms with how he had raised such a brainless child.
