"Yet you give me an answer which is just like everyone else," he said as his brow furrowed in disappointment. "Do you know how many walk through the doors of this temple promising they won't die in battle, and will eliminate all who oppose them, only to fail at keeping their word."
Xander allowed the wind to increase again as he stepped closer to the hopeful. Eyes flashed red as he looked the student in the eye, his annoyance at the answer evident upon his visage. The cane lifted from the ground, and the head of it brought to the chin of the hopeful, forcing the eyes of the man to remain focused on his.
"What makes you different than them," he asked again, slowly, each word stated with emphasized diction.
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