"I expect the return of my sword. Your kind are no better than the demons, human, I do not know why you hold yourselves higher than us." Jason says before turning to leave. "I'm going to the borders. I need time to think." He says as he walks out. Not angry, but frustrated. Whenever he reached the shadows, the boy simply teleportec out to the borders of this city-state. Standing alone on a cliff and watching the wilderness going about its day. He wished he could simply live among them, ignore these petty humans and their petty distrust of anything not like them. Theh had denied him his rights, and yet we still half human. He was partly like them. It was times like this he missed his mother, she would have been able to keep him calm and let him go free.