D E A T H
The more Zachariah spoke, the angrier and more indignant Arcturus felt himself becoming. At least when he had been a slave he'd been taught something, as reluctant as he was, the moment they discovered his sensitivity. But Brunas? Brunas had literally seen the boy as just a slave. His hands curled into fists, and now that he was on his feet he paced this way and that to try and cool his temper. He did not want the boy to think it was directed his way, after all.
"Then we simply must remedy that."
He chewed on his lower lip in thought for a moment, then glanced to Zachariah. Where his anger briefly was, now was a measure of excitement. "Oh, the things you'll discover, Zachariah, the wonders you'll do."
There was still a question on his lips though. "Tell me, where would you like to focus first? The Force? Combat? Whatever it is you'd like, this first step is yours to decide and I will facilitate it however I am able."
Was that too much pressure? If it proved to be, then he'd take the reins. But it was very important to Arcturus that they start this out on Zachariah's terms.