He rubbed at his sore bottom miserably as he was pulled back to the Power's office, the door shut behind him, and given the silent order to sit in the seat he had taken before he was dragged to the garden for a switching that left him in tears even long after the actual blows had stopped. He whines as he sits, squirming in his seat, but does as he's told silently as he does not want to cause any more trouble for himself.

"Here."

Over his shoulder is held a cup, it's filled half way with water, and he looks up to get approval before taking it. The Power nods once, and he's quick to take the cup, chugging the water down to quench the dryness from his throat after the hoarse wailing he'd been reduced to in the garden, the Captain was not merciful, especially after having given three warnings for his behavior previously.

Samael sniffles when his chin is snagged, the strength from the blows having diminished, and the fingers that curl under his chin are gentle, and he's turned to look at the Power as he rubs the evidence of his tears away with a soft cloth, he sniffles again and the Power's thumb brushes over his forehead as he finishes up cleaning him up.

"Why—Why are you being—being so nice to me?"

"Because I am not cruel, despite what you may think of me after our time in the garden."

"But—But I'm bad! I've been so bad!"

"Yes." The Captain steps around his desk to sit in his own chair, crossing his fingers in front of him, and examined him silently over the desk, "You most certainly have been. I've been at my wits end with you, and I've trained quite a few wild ones, but I've never given up on a single one and I don't intend to give up one you."

The youngling looked down, "I'm sorry."

"As you most certainly should be. What you did is unacceptable, extremely so, but I am not one who believes that one acts as they were raised." He leaned forward, "Tell me, what was your fledglinghood like?"

"I was raised be Theo." Samael flinched at his own tone, "How do you think it was?"

Nisroc's eyes go wide, "You were…You were raised by Theo?"

Samael nods, watching as the Power rubs a hand over his eyes, "I can imagine how your life was." He looks back to him, his eyes sorrowful, "Tell me how it was?"

The boy fidgets and squirms, his bottom is still burning from the thrashing in the garden, his embarrassment is still burning with heat having it done with everyone there to watch.

"It wasn't nice." He twiddles his thumb and resists the urge to jump from his seat and rub at his bottom like a pitiful miserable little fledgling, but he isn't one, and he hasn't been for a bit of time. "You remember what he did to the prisoners. What do you think he did to someone he was supposed to actually care for."

"Indeed." He sits back in his chair, "I can imagine the things you've had to live through. There is no doubt in my mind where you learned this appalling behavior." Samael looks to his feet, heaving a sigh, and waits for what's to come next. "I know you are not bad. You are not a bad person."

He looks up immediately, "But I—"

"Made mistakes, horrendous mistakes, but mistakes none the less."

The youngling nodded, trying to wrap his mind around it, he had never thought that he would hear something like that come from someone who had dealt with his numerous misdeeds, and he wasn't sure how to respond to it.

"Mistakes that will be met with a firm hand every time. But mistakes can be learned from too, and I intend to seeing you learn from them."

"You said you don't give up on anybody?"

It made him feel a bit better when he watched the Power nod, "I don't. I never have and I never will. We will work on this behavior, and every time it will be met with the same result, so let that be your warning." Samael nodded quickly, looking down to his lap, and the Power hummed, "Do you know why I treat you all the way I do?"

"No, sir."

"I treat you as young ones, because that it what you are, though able to chose your flock you are barely out of your fledglinghoods. It is not out of malicious intent or to inflict embarrassment."

"So, like you've taken us as your charge."

"Isn't that what you all are?", he spread his arms, "You all fall under my guidance."

Samael smiled slightly at the notion, he would have given anything to have the Captain as his guardian, even he'd gotten to see what he had been like to the two he had taken charge over. To know that he was there, although by notion alone, made him feel safer. An air of amusement circled about the Captain, as though he knew of his inner thoughts, but he made no comment on the way his face reddened as though he knew he'd been caught thinking on it.

"Your guardian failed at his job. Why he was ever granted one to raise is beyond my comprehension, honestly, Father is too forgiving for His own good sometimes. I will reign in this behavior, I swear it to you, it will be my main focus until you learn these lessons. As I said, I do not give up on my squads, and I most certainly don't intend to give up on you."

He stood from his seat, and Samael knew his meeting was coming to an end and stood with him, only to be waved back down, "Tell me about yourself. What do you like to do in free time?"

Samael licked his lips "I like…I like to watch the birds in the garden. Or spend time with my friends. I like to read too."

"Is that the reason you took Sashael's book so callously?"

He went pale, "You knew?"

Nisroc spared him a look over his shoulder, "Who did you think replaced it?" he was examining volumes that had been collected over a numerous length of time, and hummed when he found what he was looking for, pulling out a large volume. "You said you like to read?"

"Yes, sir."

"Please, when we are not in here for any reason other then each other's company, call me Nis. Nearly everyone else does."

He held the volume out to him and he tentatively took it, as if this were some sort of test to be tried and he was resolute that he would not fail it.

"You may borrow any of my books when you please to, all I ask is that you return them when you are finished."

"I—I—Thank you, Si—Nis."