[Frankly, if it had been himself at any other age, it wouldn't have bothered Mizael so much. It hadn't bothered him; he'd just been annoyed. But at that age, when the only thing the ghost could be talking about was his parents and his village...that hit a nerve he didn't even realize he had until now. A really stupid nerve, but that didn't stop it from being there.

And he is not happy that Vector was the one he had to run into at the end of the hallway. He knows he's not at his best and that's not a position he wants to be in around Vector. That smirk just makes his grit his teeth and turn his head away while he walks through the door.]

I know that too. You think I haven't argued with Durbe about that? Or everyone else?

[It would just be so much easier if he didn't keep dreaming about it and remembering things. He opens his mouth to say so--and probably would if it weren't Vector he were saying it to. So he shakes his head instead as he starts up the stairs.]

I'm not interested in talking about this with you. Where are you headed?