❝ tch ... ❞ all this time spent grumbling next to lae'zel is rubbing off on him , clearly . ❝ - i don't have a problem with - with wyll ... why would i - why would anyone have a problem with perfect wyll and his perfect doe eyes and his perfect sword ... skills ... and his ... unflinching moral code , ❞ there's venom practically dribbling off the corner of his mouth ; there's a thousand reasons why , how would sirius like to stare into a reflection of everything he could be - should be , dressed in an impenetrable armor of moral superiority ? - if that wasn't enough , he isn't blind to the lingering looks the tiefling gives him whenever he walks by . he's perfect , isn't he ? not an illusion of it - but truly , honestly so . how could he compete with that ? he couldn't even blame him . ❝ he went that way ... if you were wondering . ❞ it's for the better , really - he's best suited to drink and sulk alone , in the dark .