He shrugs awkwardly. He's not sure what to think of this. He hadn't really liked anyone at the chantry. Just his sire and now he's not even sure how much of that was real.

"They were dicks." As hard as it is to admit, even now, he knows it's true. He remembers how they looked at him, like they were waiting for him to fail. Even his sire. Especially his sire.