"I always wondered, you know? Why were you so hungry for power?"
Ezra laughed slightly, his fingers suddenly thrummed with power and carved lines into the stone desk. Logan eyed that imperfection with disgust, but quickly moved on. His eyes darkened, as he tried to speak, but Ezra's mana held him in place.
He wouldn't speak now, not today.
"Why were you so obsessed with making us... or rather, the Fornum name, so strong? Why were you so obsessed with it?"
Ezra asked Logan, but even if the man wasn't bound by Ezra's mana, he would never answer that question. Ezra knew this, and began to talk more about Logan's obsession, provoking the old man.
