"He's not getting any better, you know. Only worse." The blonde elf was saying, pacing a bit in the extravagantly decorated room. She looked highly stressed, worn out, and highly sleep deprived. "It's getting harder to make up excuses for his behavior. The things he does.. The way he treats everyone.."
"Give it time, Shanoa." The dark haired paladin spoke from the table. He didn't seem as worried as the woman, and acted rather indifferently to the situation she was talking about. "He's still just a boy. It will work out in time."
"You've been saying that for years, Malachai!" Shanoa huffed, finally stopping her pacing to face him. "This is our son, for light's sake! The least you can do is show some form of concern, for him! He isn't right!"
"He's fine." Malachai said, looking up to his wife. "There's nothing wrong with him, he's just different. You're being overly concerned for nothing."
"Nothing!" Her voice raised a bit, into a slightly frantic squeal. "Madix fell down, yesterday. She cut her arm open, pretty bad. You know what he did! He laughed, Malachai! Laughed! As his baby sister was bleeding and crying. You're telling me that's alright?"
"Did he push her?" Malachai sighed, and Shanoa looked a bit baffled.
"What? No." She shook her head, confused.
"Alright, then. He's a boy, Shanoa. I had younger sisters when I was a boy and I would have reacted the same, at his age. If he's not hurting anyone, why is it so important?"
"Stop acting like he's normal. You're in denial! He compulsively lies, he hates being touched, he sees others' injury as entertainment... And it's getting worse and worse the older he gets. It's like he doesn't have a conscience! His soul is damaged! It needs to be stopped!"
"How do you intend to stop it, exactly?" Malachai asked, raising a brow. "You keep bringing this up, as though there is anything you can really do. It's his personality. It's who he is. You would rather have your son be just like everyone else? Instead of being himself?"
"Yes!" She answered with a scowl. "He's becoming something dangerous!" She shot. "I won't just stand by and watch my boy become a careless monster, even if you're perfectly content doing so, yourself!" At that moment, there was a loud slam from the front of the house, and Shanoa's eyes widened as she gave a glance in the direction it came from.
"He's heard you, again." Malachai sighed. "You need to stop. You're the one making him feel like an outcast."