Sylas completely ignored Medei. He wasn't going to sit around and play house with these people, and there were certainly far better things that he could do with his time.
He had a timer hanging over his head right now. What he most wanted was to get to a place where he could learn and grow, and hopefully situate his grandfather so that he could do the same, then leave.
He wasn't going to dance to their tune just because they thought themselves great or important.
Maybe the peanut gallery would have had something to say about that as well if not for the fact that they were still processing whatever happened to Old Man Webb.
The man was still on the floor, coughing up blood, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with the strength of his heaving. It was like he was being ripped to pieces from all sides.
For someone like him his situation was certainly worse than others. He had probably swallowed so many Rune Paths that they were tearing him apart from the inside out now.
