?Nick watched as Wyntor's eyes exploded with rage.
For almost ten seconds, Wyntor didn't say anything.
Then, he took a deep breath and sighed.
"I'm sorry."
Nick was taken aback when he heard that apology.
That was not what he had expected Wyntor to do.
Nick had thought that Wyntor would argue about the definition of a friend or something like that.
Instead, he apologized after nearly exploding with anger.
"I shouldn't be angry at you," Wyntor said with exhaustion. "After all, you don't know anything about my past."
Nick realized that Wyntor was right.
Nick only knew that Wyntor had gotten the Blinding Light's ability and that he had learned a lot in the Melfion's mansion.
That was about it.
"Nick, despite what you believe, I genuinely view you as my friend," Wyntor said.
Nick raised his brows in uncertainty.
"Before you say anything," Wyntor said with a raised hand, "let me explain."
Nick nodded and remained silent.
"Ever since I was small, my time was occupied by teachers teaching me about all these things."
"Politics, economics, psychology, Spectology, biology, and so on."
"I wake up at six a.m., run for an hour, wash, eat breakfast, learn things, eat lunch, learn things, fight with my coach, eat dinner, prepare for tomorrow, sleep."
"That was every day."
"The entire day, I was busy learning things, and the only people I had contact with were experienced and intelligent adults."
"The only other people I had around me were my family and servants."
"Did you know that I haven't talked to a single kid of my age until I was twelve?" Wyntor asked, looking to the side.
"In a way, I felt inferior to you."
"That's nonsense!" Nick interrupted with furrowed brows.
"You, inferior to me?" he asked with ridicule.
"You are the one that runs this entire thing. You are the one that's always in control."
"If I have an issue, you solve it."
"If we need something, you get it."
"You have your life under control."
Nick looked at the table.
"While I don't."
"I don't even know how to live," Nick said.
"Nick," Wyntor said. "I am talking about emotions, not logic. You can argue and use logic all you want, but it won't change emotions."
"Also, that wasn't my point," Wyntor said. "My point is that I view you as my first friend."
"Today, I made a couple more friends, and I wouldn't have been able to make them if you hadn't taught me how to make them."
Nick snorted.
"Me? Teach you how to make friends?"
"How can I teach you if I don't even have any?" Nick asked.
Wyntor looked at Nick with genuine confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"What about Jenny, Constanze, Marvila, Larry, Kerry, and Taren?"
Nick looked to the side. "They're my employees."
"Nick, you might be their superior, but they are treating you as their superior only secondarily."
"Primarily, they treat you as their friend."
"All these people I mentioned would voluntarily help you in an extremely dangerous battle, and I'm certain that most of them would do that even if you didn't belong to Dark Dream."
"They would risk their lives for you."
"I don't know what standards you're applying for Extractors, but it is not common for Extractors to voluntarily put their lives on the line for the business."
"In the end, this is just a job, and most people wouldn't risk their lives for their job."
"If someone that's willing to risk their life for you isn't a friend, then nobody in the world has any friends."
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