Sofócrono stopped altogether to look at her.
Azar looked back at him, blinking, waiting for an answer.
"Do you think I'm a monster?" His voice, while measured, betrayed some concern.
But Azar knew him too well to reply to that. "I didn't ask myself, I asked you."
Sofócrono actually had to stop to think about it. Then, his face sombered a bit, as he kept on sanding the wardrobe.
"I've always been rewarded for my violence, so I can hardly be a 'punished good soul'." That much they both knew, as Azar looked into her hands as well. "Neither have I repented from using it, not even when I... lost control."
His voice trailed off, his mind travelling to a past Azar only knew a small glimpse of, but that she could very well relate to it, crossing her arms. When she had asked, she hadn't expect it to affect her too.
"Did they deserve it?" She asked.
She was too smart for both their goods.
He didn't even stop working as he negated with his head. A silence extended, and Azar thought her question would be left unanswered, until he did.
"That's what makes me a monster." He finally talked, and Azar looked up. "Not wanting to be better."
Azar looked down again, thinking. She snapped her fingers, a flame appearing on them, with all the luck that a second one appeared randomly right besides it. She smiled lightly, in irony.
"But you have your strength under control."
Sofócrono looked back at her, frowning, wondering what had gotten into her. "You've seen me ram a customer down his own stairs for not paying, kóra," he gestured towards the wardrobe he was fixing, "and doing it consciously and gladly. Do you think that's better or worse?"
She kept playing with the flame in her hands. "What would you prefer me to do? Burning down a house on purpose or out of control?"
The worst part, he thought, is that he couldn't answer 'not burning a house down at all', because he and she, both knew that could very well come to happen someday.
He turned back to the wardrobe. "On purpose. Always."
She nodded lightly. Then, she put out the flames on her hand and jumped off the desk she had been sitting on.
"If I end up a monster, I hope I'll be one like you, Dad."
Sofócrono sighed, but ultimately smirked. He really was a monster.
"Will you handle the customer first, at least?"
Azar nodded enthusiastically.
"And if I can't, you can always ram them!"
He snorted. A very, very bad monster.