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Malzahar watched Kassadin with a smirk on his lips. Kassadin was sitting at the wooden table, a scowl on his face. Malzahar had, in a way, forced him to stay for tea. He knew that Kassadin's violence only went so far, but he also knew that Kassadin's patience only went so far. Malzahar dared not test Kassadin's temper any farther than he already had, for he knew that Kassadin could defeat him in less than a second and leave him silenced on his own floor.
"What do you want, Malzahar?" Kassadin asked, looking over at the man leaning against the counter.
"I want to tell you about the Void," Malzahar said simply. Kassadin's jaw tightened, and he moved as if to get up. Malzahar rushed over and put his hands on Kassadin's arm, gently pushing him back down into the chair.
"I don't want to hear it," Kassadin snapped.
"Please, Kassadin, please just listen," Malzahar begged, his blue eyes wide and pleading.
"Talk, then."
"Thank you. Thank you, Kassadin," Malzahar said, relieved, "It's not the terrible twisted fiend of cruel power that you think it is, Kassadin. It's not like that at all. The Void is a powerful creation, and the creatures that are in it simply want to purge humanity, and cleanse our world, the fa—"
"Malzahar," Kassadin interrupted. Malzahar has never heard anyone say his name like that. It wasn't said with contempt or sneering or flirtation. It was just his name, rolling off of Kassadin's tongue as though it was a name he often spoke. Malzahar stopped talking.
"You have been twisted. Your mind has been corrupted by the power that the Void grants. Please don't ask me to join you. I could never join such a terrible thing."
"Oh," said Malzahar. He couldn't think of anything else to say, so he just sat and watched as Kassadin stood up and walked back to his own house.
Where had their conversation gone wrong?