The most unfortunate part of Cormac's words were the frequency with which they were true. People didn't want to change more often than not, they simply wanted you to give them a quick fix and to hell with doing anything that would require actual work from them in any way shape or form.
Nothing more than an audibly heavy sigh would come from the younger man as the wine remaining was twirled in his glass. Of course Cormac would say that, of course this was where this conversation would go. Darius wasn't sure he could ever be as jaded and angry as Cormac was on a daily basis, but sometimes, just sometimes, he wished he could be. Though, the reasons why Cormac was the way he was, Darius had no envy for.
"Probably right." It was as much as Darius would concede this round, though obviously, Cormac had won.