"And you thought lying to me would be better than telling the truth? About someone close to my kind?" He can't help that his voice is sharp and bitter -- betrayal of trust is something he hates more than anything in the world ; and by the sounds of it, Sora's been crossing the line for a very long time.
this was a long time coming. he knew from the moment he slipped himself into riku’s life that this day would come. it always did. granted, it was his first time being the ‘convincer’, the one who made sure young witches gave their life and soul to satan and attended the institute. but he’d heard stories, of what happens after, when the demons entered the school grounds and were noticed. usually it took time, some being shoved onto new cases. but there were less and less witches who needed someone like sora around. they all came willingly these days and only a select few had doubts. “i.. i couldn’t..” he speaks in more of a whisper then a rebuke. “it.. it’s my job to make sure you come here.. i can’t.. i can’t go against it.” he tries to speak louder, but it’s hard. he knows full well that he’s wrong. he knows everything they do is wrong. but he also knows what happens when he disobeys. he remembers watching the life leave his parents body as they tried to shield him from their lord. ‘we made a mistake.. punish us for it.. not him.. he never did anything wrong!’. it’s all a nightmare now. “you don’t know what happens.. you don’t know anything. so stay with your kind, riku. my jobs done.” this was the right thing, wasn’t it? he was supposed to cut all ties and yet he found it difficult to walk away. he just stood there, staring at a spot in the floor, aware of the presence of others and yet not doing much to avoid them. his kind. that’s right. they may live in the same world, but they were miles apart. riku would be praised, sora would be thrown aside. that was how this world worked.