Conner stood stock still, listening to the tirade. It wasn't that he was unmoved; if anything, anger and disgust started to creep across his expression. These two really were fledglings, tiny minds in young bodies, without enough experience to understand the world around them. He listened to Ben carefully, but when Ichabod started speaking, he found himself glaring at him in distaste by the end of his rant. He was aware enough now to realize that Ben was examining him, although he couldn't tell why. Without clearing the obvious judgment from his face, he snapped out a response that he hoped got their attention and made them realize they needed to grow up a bit.
"The point" he stated with barely-contained fury, "Is that he may very well be dead. Kerr Galvin, the Luminary, the leader of this city, the one thing that has been holding us together, and your sire." He paused to inhale, mostly because he hadn't had enough air in his lungs when he'd started. "Do you know what kinds of political forces are out there? The sheer magnitude of supernatural power and vengeance this world contains? The term "going medieval on you" comes from somewhere, and those beings are still alive. Some of them want me dead, and he brought me into the heart of the Oligarchy. Some of them want Jake, or Vomas, or any vampire in this city gone forever. Some of them want the land this city rests on, others want the human population and still others just want to topple it for spite. Lazarus is still out there, and Themba," he guessed that would grab Ben's attention. Kerr had told him to dig on people in the Oligarchy, and he'd started at the top. "Grudges and anger that can last for centuries or longer. The people who subjected me to madness and torture for reading are based in Vienna. So don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do, you whelp of a thing. This city needs an explanation and you owe it to him, or to his memory, to find out what happened. And I owe it to his legacy, alive or dead. You selfish coward."
He hadn't realize he'd been walking forward slowly until he was looming at Ichabod, almost nose to nose if the younger vampire didn't back away. He couldn't really loom over him, as they were about the same height, but everything about him had turned aggressive and authoritarian. His voice stayed low, but had taken an extremely dangerous edge. Energy seeped out of his aura, his emotions unleashing tiny facets of his control over his blood magic and freezing tiny particles of water in the air.