"Ah, nothing terribly grand," he says, tilting his head back to look up at the sky. "My father already detested me - I neglected school, which he was paying for, and my father loved nothing as much as he loved his money. So that was a crime of the first order. And I'd been...caught fooling around with one of the other boys, which...And dear Johan Vorrutyer delighted in thinking the worst of people, anyway. He loved to hate.

"So when he heard a rumor that I was doing something truly foul, truly unforgivable - Well. He was delighted to believe that rumor wholeheartedly. Even against all logic and testimony. It was that - that refusal to believe anything but the worst, cruelest thing - that broke down my resolve. I told him to take his paranoia, and take his name, and take all the family heirlooms, and cram them up his own ass."

He sits with his eyes closed a moment. Just when it seems like he's done, he speaks once more, saying, "It was...satisfying. He didn't see it coming. I really think he thought he could pull that shit and suffer no consequences."