[If this were any other time, Yuan would've dodged the blow, but... He found that he couldn't. He hadn't seen it coming and by the time he realized Mithos was lashing out at him, it was already too late. It wasn't much of a blow- not without angelic strength, but his cheekbone is awfully sore nonetheless.
He rubs a hand over his cheek, realizing he'd let his guard down. Why'd he let his guard down? This is Mithos he's talking to, not Martel.]
Because you just can't accept that you're wrong, can you? Everyone in the world is mistaken but you.
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He rubs a hand over his cheek, realizing he'd let his guard down. Why'd he let his guard down? This is Mithos he's talking to, not Martel.]
Because you just can't accept that you're wrong, can you? Everyone in the world is mistaken but you.