Carlos was silent.
"So what if I let you talk me into releasing him?" Kuchilo continued. "When he grows up and learns the truth, do you think he'll hate you more, or be grateful you pleaded for him?"
"Get lost, Carlos." His gaze returned to the television. "I'm in a bad enough mood today. I'm not interested in being your therapist."
Carlos Hernandez remained kneeling, mumbling, "Please, Mr. Kuchilo, he's no threat to you."
"I'll make it clear to him," he continued, his head bowed. "He's still young. He doesn't know how the world works. He'll never think of opposing you again."
Kuchilo turned back around and stared intently at Carlos.
A few seconds passed.
"Fine," he said, his tone suddenly shifting. "He is indeed young, and still useful."
Carlos's head snapped up.
