Why Not?

Leonel sat cross legged in the void, leaning his head on a hand while his spear was in between his legs. 

His gaze looked calm and somehow also reflected the world, and at some unknown point, his lip curled into a smirk. 

'That was easier than I thought. That Elysium character is actually so retarded.'

The moment Leonel saw Elysium's arrogance, he knew that it could be taken advantage of. He had no idea how someone with such a temperament had made it so far. But as Leonel had said, Elysium mistook his patience for hardship. 

Between the two of them, Leonel was the only one that had to teeter on life and death to make it this far. Elysium just sat cozily in the back of the Owlan family, waiting for his time to come. 

Maybe he had done something, proven himself at some point, or taken on some of the burden. But it was destined to be nothing compared to Leonel. 

And now Leonel had gotten exactly what he wanted.