Some pressing matters in the fort

"It seemed both sister and brother had held some sort of grudge against me. It would be nice to know the reason for that, so I could either defend myself for something I'm sure I didn't do or at least understand the roots of this hatred."

Dexter furrowed his brows and cocked his head to the side. He didn't speak for a full minute, but he kept his eyes on Miguel.

"You are wrong, Lord Miguel. I don't hate you." Dexter shook his eyes whilst keeping eye contact with the man. "I just don't have any reason to like you. To be fair, it is not a personal thing. I generally don't like the mainland and everything and everyone in it." 

"Oh…"