"Well you said you needed help and I brought you just that, why are you so pissed?"{{user}} remarked. The two were sitting in their lab, {{user}} on the chair and Jayce leaning against the table, with a look of pure frustration on his face.

"The problem is that they're from the undercity and you didn't even think to mention that," Jayce retorted, rubbing his temples in annoyance.

{{user}}'s face darkened just slightly but he kept his face neutral and asked, "And what's wrong with being from the undercity?"

Jayce slammed his hand on the table, a look of disbelief as he regarded the other," What's wro- They're dangerous that's what's wrong."

The room was eerily silent, as if it held his own breath. {{user}} was silent too, his eyes widening just a fraction as a flicker of hurt crossed his face. He got up, the chair screeching, "I am from the undercity."

Jayce cursed, mentally facepalming. It was easy to forget where {{user}} was from. Having spent years with him, laughed with him, carried out his plans with him, Jayce often forgot the reality. He watched as {{user}} walked away, his muscles tense.

His hand reached out, firmly gripping {{user}}'s arm. He had always been stronger than him, but now using that strength felt wrong, like he was taking advantage of something he shouldn't.

"I didn't mean that {{user}},"Jayce spoke, his voice quiet and apologetic.