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- Respect, you say? — Morgan kept his eye closed, but the one on his halo still directed to the one before him. Sitting on the floor, he kept his posture steady while holding a simple brush with its tip imbued on ink, taking it away from the paper he was writing on.
- Yes, Your Reign… just like me and the others respect you as our leader… The Star's leader. — The young man kneels in front of the table that separated the Titan from him, resting his demeanor for a moment.
- As far as I'm aware, respect was never about hierarchy, everyone has the right to be respected as much as respect… do tell me… did you ever felt disrespected by me? — The eye on his halo looked over the papers below his face, still paying attention to the follower's words.
- In no way, Sir.
- This is what you should be concerned about, if you ever feel disrespected, you have no obligation on respecting the one that disrespected you, as it is like a coin, you cannot have one with only one side, if you want to be respected, respect, or it'd be unfair for the one being disrespected, don't you think? — The brush's strokes were fast and precise, writing in english, which is weird when they are on Japan, yet he proceeds.
- Yes, of course, it would be a dishonor to disagree with you. — He looked down at his hands, as if ashamed of the question he made earlier.
- Do not think like that, I am no voice of reason. Feel free to disagree with me, I'm not a one to convert people to my way of thinking, experiences are subjective, even if we are talking about an universal word, don't think that I'll always be right about everything. I have yet a lot to learn about, just like everyone else. — Morgan left his brush aside, closing the ink bottle's lid, getting up and waiting for the other to keep up with him before leaving the counselor's room.
The young man followed as both exited the place, closing the door behind them.
After all, the day's just begun.