“Wait, really?” I said, looking at Bart in disbelief. “You don’t want to work with Dad because he’s a Christian? That seems like an awfully petty reason to not want his help anymore.”
Bart glared at me. “Petty? How is it petty to not want to work with members of the religion which has spent so long silencing and oppressing my people? Do you even know what Christians have historically done to sorcerers?”
“What are you talking about?” I said. I looked at Dad. “Dad, do you know what Bart is talking about? What does he mean that Christians have oppressed sorcerers? Is he just making things up now or what?”
Dad readjusted his seat in his recliner, a slightly uncomfortable look on his face. “He’s not exactly lying, but he also doesn’t really understand the full context of the historical relat
