Faced with Blood Demon's questioning, Ronan did not answer at once.
Afraid that Ronan might not understand, Blood Demon traced circles in the air with a finger. "All right, let's put it another way—bro, how long has it been since you took the initiative in a chain of events?"
"Have you ever proactively demanded something of someone? Interfered with someone? Even if that person had nothing to do with you, simply because they displeased you or failed to follow the principles you wanted them to follow..."
Ronan twitched the corner of his mouth. "Do I have nothing better to do?"
"Look, look! That's exactly where the problem lies!"
Blood Demon slapped the table until it boomed, raising his voice even higher. "Where's your position? Right on your own doorstep! And where's everyone else's position? Also right on your doorstep!
"An inch longer means an inch stronger. The other side is poking you in the face with a long white pole, and you're still over here saying, 'Do I have nothing better to do?' Fine, if you say it's nothing, then it's nothing.
"Everyone's reached this point. What to do and what not to do, what to advocate and what not to advocate—shouldn't all that have been clearly laid out long ago? If you don't say it, are you expecting others to consider it for you?
"You feel wronged? They feel wronged too! I followed the established rules. If you had a problem, why didn't you say so beforehand? We were over there posturing, blocking high and stabbing low, going back and forth according to the usual routine. And you? You kept quiet, then came right up and tore your face off to stab someone. Who does things like that?"
Blood Demon's expression was as animated and exaggerated as ever, making