Softhearted

Maybe this was why he hadn't noticed the odd atmosphere. It already wasn't much different to what he had been dealing with his whole life to begin with. 

"I've treated you with more respect than you deserve, but to think I was raising a dog willing to bite its owner." Patriarch Raven sneered with disdain. "What did they promise you? A corner to piss in?"

Pjisel was so shell shocked that he couldn't speak a word. But the blood seeping through his recently dressed wounds told the entire story. His body was trembling endlessly. 

"The only reason I haven't let you bleed to death is because I want you to personally witness your plans fail. You'll rot for the rest of your life in a dark cell.