Ten didn't know what to feel. It didn't seem possible. He pulled his bounce legs up against his chest and looked at Yoongi, unsure what to say. He didn't have enough men to take down his dad. And Cheon was so close to being more powerful than his father. He lowered his head and huffed.

"Then I'm dead either way, aren't I? So what's the point of me telling you anything?" He was his son, he'd be dead. Whether Yoongi did it or if the traitors who would turn came at him. It was hard to say. "Who are you? Why do you hate my dad? He never did anything to you."