"The lessons are the lessons," he groaned.
There was no time for this. "Information is information, you little fool, and when I say little fool, it is your decisions that make you a little fool, not your potential, or capabilities, or talent." The words were sharp, one after the next like slaps against her face. "Everything I told you has been good and useful, and eve if not, then potent enough to lead you to a better place, yes? There is no one in this world who knows a damn thing that you can trust in the end. That's what knowing damn things is all about." He didn't spit at her, not in his office, even if it might not be such for long, but it was oddly tempting. "Betraying people to do what you must. There is a saying: ignorance is bliss. Well, knowledge is ..."
He didn't have time for this. "I was going to tell you to stay, Wynsee. And why? Why, you ask? If you had sense you'd ask."
He advanced on her again. Maybe she'd stab him and this would be all over, but of course, she wouldn't and it wouldn't. Spit? Perhaps choke again. That felt good. "Sense or not, you have a brain. Most people here don't. If I am gone, then someone needs to, ah, you understand? Now though," he could just choke the life out of her and never be bothered by her again. He and no one else. His hand twitched. "Now I realize you'll just make things worse."
He didn't have time. There was no time.She was exactly what they needed. "There's no time for this.
Follow or don't.
I don't care,
but I leave now."