Waiting For Draven's Weakness

"The others must have forgiven you but I can't and I won't," Morpheus said as he took a step towards Draven, his sharp eyes glaring straight into his emotionless-looking eyes. 

"I never sought your forgiveness. Don't be mistaken," Draven said, not willing to show even an ounce of remorse. 

Morpheus dryly chuckled. "As expected of you, Almighty Draven."

"If you are done crying over the past, leave my palace. I don't have time to accompany you in your tears."

Not feeling affected by it, Morpheus walked around Draven with a steady gait. 

"I am not fond of seeing crocodile tears myself," he said and then went for the real reason why he came. "I am here to give you advice."

"I don't need any," Draven replied.

"You might need it when it comes to that human." Morpheus stopped walking as he stood exactly in front of Draven. "That human, you care so much about her, don't you?"