"Why so afraid? I have not done anything."
If anything, Rigel would react like the monster he was had things been different. That, one could be sure of. For now....The god plucked the book from the mortal, sitting up and with his claw he flipped through the pages.
Squinting and attempting to read and then just dropping it.
"But he does, If he kept you."
“I’m not afraid?” Ezekiel said, rather unconvincingly.
His face betrayed how he truly felt, with the way he seemed incapable of meeting the stranger’s eye. This person, this strange person, did more than set him on edge - his instinct was screaming at him to turn and run!
Distracted by these thoughts, the book slipped easily from his fingers, leaving him to watch bewilderedly as Rigel went on to simply throw it away. He ignored the nasty comment, slowly starting to back away.
“I have to go now, sir. My father’s expecting me back...”
Hopefully this man, whoever he was, would accept this and leave him alone - although he wasn’t convinced he’d be granted the courtesy of such an ideal outcome...