Of all the threats he expected, that one wasn't anywhere on the list.
For a good reason as far as Zetta was concerned. The book drew himself up to his full height... as best as possible. "...okay. Hold up. You think that if you tell Romeo that I think your alleged 'friend' in magic is being way too harsh and unfair, he'll never talk to me again? Why don't you sit down and tell Romeo exactly what you've been telling me, and see what he thinks of that 'friendship' of yours? Better yet, why don't you imagine anyone else in the freaking world telling you what you're telling me, and how you'd react?!"
Zetta'd been determined not to yell. Being Zetta, he had naturally completely forgotten that determination as he got worked up.
"Go tell ANYONE that it wasn't okay for you to make one lousy mistake! Go tell ANYONE that you have to be absolutely perfect at all times or your 'friend' will kick you to the curb and make you crawl back! Go look any single person whose opinion you respect and value straight in the eyes and tell them that! Go ask another friend what they think of your situation, their honest opinion that they aren't just holding back on to keep from upsetting you more. I don't care about upsetting you, so I'm gonna say out loud that if the spirit of magic wants a perfect friend, it can damn well build and program a robot for itself, because if there's one thing I've learned about friendship from people trying to shove it down my throat, it's that friends aren't freaking perfect and friends forgive each other for not being freaking perfect!"
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For a good reason as far as Zetta was concerned. The book drew himself up to his full height... as best as possible. "...okay. Hold up. You think that if you tell Romeo that I think your alleged 'friend' in magic is being way too harsh and unfair, he'll never talk to me again? Why don't you sit down and tell Romeo exactly what you've been telling me, and see what he thinks of that 'friendship' of yours? Better yet, why don't you imagine anyone else in the freaking world telling you what you're telling me, and how you'd react?!"
Zetta'd been determined not to yell. Being Zetta, he had naturally completely forgotten that determination as he got worked up.
"Go tell ANYONE that it wasn't okay for you to make one lousy mistake! Go tell ANYONE that you have to be absolutely perfect at all times or your 'friend' will kick you to the curb and make you crawl back! Go look any single person whose opinion you respect and value straight in the eyes and tell them that! Go ask another friend what they think of your situation, their honest opinion that they aren't just holding back on to keep from upsetting you more. I don't care about upsetting you, so I'm gonna say out loud that if the spirit of magic wants a perfect friend, it can damn well build and program a robot for itself, because if there's one thing I've learned about friendship from people trying to shove it down my throat, it's that friends aren't freaking perfect and friends forgive each other for not being freaking perfect!"