Purple eyes studied that smile and the edge it held, before rising to starry eyes that were frankly impossible to read upon such short acquaintance, as it were. He frowned as he learned, listened, heard. Felt. "So by taking back your rightful place in the Heavens you were taking on slavery, in fact, or at least a form of it. Did you know that would happen?" One finger held up for that question he would like to know the answer to.
Another finger rose. "In a place like this constancy in relationships is not exactly fostered or even encouraged. She was with some guy named Patch for three years after you, and then was with Ezekiel Pearrce for another nigh on three years, close enough to make it three, at least. That's two in six years, and whatever else she may have done quickly or frequently, she at least has more constancy than most in Rhydin, if you count those two rather long lasting relationships. If you don't, and you are certainly free to do as you like there, then you disregard her loyalty to the men she has loved. She didn't cheat on either of them, and nor did she with you, and your relationship with her was no longer than three months, I think? I don't know, but do not judge where you have no compassion.
If you had the strength and power to do as you wanted, perhaps things would have been different." Another finger rose up. "What is it you now seek to do? Why are you here? How are you here? What is your goal or goals?" Four fingers. Four things he wanted to know.
All at once, the death of a star happened in one eye while the birth of another exploded in the other. "Petulant child." This was Kakabel's immediate response. His frown was as severe, if not more so, than before. He placed his hands flat on the table and stood to loom over the boy. "And how long have you known this mother you rise to the defense of, boy? How short a time has it been since your release from the prison that kept you where none of us, not even me with my army of stars, could see you. Talk to you."
He pointed a long, strong finger at Rei's face. "In all that time, I was searching. For you. For the prayers she sent to me, every night, that I had not the power to answer. Don't you dare question me and my loyalties. In all this time, I have taken no other wife. No one."
He pressed his finger sharply and quickly to the table. "Remember that. We're done here." He stepped out of the booth then and marched for the door.
"At least she has someone to defend her, which is more than you have." He rose, too, and simply watched his father leave.
Rage tried to climb up his throat and take a hand, but he quelled it, throttled it, and it sank with murmuring and complaining. A deep breath was pulled in and then his eyes swept the assembled. Turbulent, stormy eyes. He reached for his cup and headed for the break in the bar.
Kakabel pulled open the door and scoffed, pausing to look back at Rei. "I am a soldier, boy. I need no one to defend me. If I remember well, your mother is a willful woman who needs no gallant knight to rise to her defense either. Now if you'll excuse me, I have duties to attend to." With that, he swept out the door. Just as the door was shutting in his wake, a swirl of speckled black feathers rose up from his feet like a whirlwind and swallowed him up, imploding as if the lot of man and wings were being sucked into a black hole, and then he was gone.
He pulled up short as he father spoke again, but there was no time for a response. He watched the departure with narrowed eyes. To the one now gone he murmured. "And yet you would wave the flag of her supposed inconstancy before me. Bastich."
Then he marched on behind the bar and washed his cup out. He would like to have served it to his father, right through his teeth. Rei set the cup into the drain with exquisite delicacy, the opposite of his desire, but such was good training.
The mongrel gazed down at the swing of metal which reflected light, the pendant almost seeming to mock him. He gave a little snarl and shoved it under his black tee, before spinning and heading out the gap in the bar.
Perhaps it was a bit of overheard conversation, something about people who matter. Whatever it was, it sent Rei with an embittered mumble out the front door, though he did manage a respectful nod to Thorn and Les. Today...is not a good day. With that, he was gone.