Thorin raises his sword to cut Lucian down. He has waited so long for this very moment when the great and mighty Lucian he had always admired and hated from afar would be nothing like an ordinary man at last. How many years has he spent as Lucian's best friend in his world, looking at Lucian's back, knowing fully well that he could never be what Lucian was destined to be. An important heir, chosen, with everything always in his favor, but in this world, Hlasked, Thorin could be more. Finally he was going to get rid of the black burden that has always weighed his gaze and filled his heart with hot hatred. The more Lucian smiled happily and treated him as his friend as though they were equal, the more anger claimed Thorin's heart; moments like that made him feel insulted because he knows that an ordinary kid like him could never stand on equal ground with someone like Lucian.