Satisfaction

"Huh…" Pjisel looked up at Dyon. 

With his emotions clearing, he suddenly felt how large Dyon's Presence was. It almost didn't matter what he wore, no matter how ridiculous it was. 

"You think I care about this?" Dyon pointed over his shoulder. "If anything, their losing in such a fashion is more of a good thing than a bad thing. If they can stand back up, their backbone will never bend again. If they can't, it just means the martial path was never for them to begin with. It's no big deal." 

"But… But you said they were true geniuses." 

"That may be so, but genius is nothing without will and power is nothing without courage."

Pjisel scratched his cheek. "… Honestly, I don't think I'm qualified…" 

"Oh?" Dyon asked with interest. "And why is that?" 

Normally, he might think Pjisel had said these words as a roundabout method of saying no. But, judging by his sincerity, Dyon was interested in the answer.