02-10-2018, 08:35 PM
The darkness of Nikolai's mood tensed as he listened to Nox's pathetic tirade. His fists clenched at his sides. His teeth ground close together. The Power threatened to roll like the crash of a brewing storm. Voice low, he seriously considered ridding the world one Atharim, "You should have thought about them before you let innocents die. You should have thought about them before you confessed to their murder. Are you mad or plain naive? You confess to a murder and then spend the next twenty years in prison? How is that protecting these people or hunting monsters? You'd rot !"
He let the power take over. The darkness that was his mood billowed around the room like it leaked straight from his soul. "You're wasting your gift Nox. A channeler and Atharim! You know I let the Atharim survive because their work is important. I do believe in them."
His voice slowed to a crawl. If the Atharim disbanded without the impending war spilling out onto his streets, he would allow it to happen. Let the old crumble to dust and rebuild a new Atharim in the image he desired. A better, efficient Atharim. One that let channelers eradicate the monsters with the snap of their fingers.
"What do you want me to do with you? You want me to wave a hand and solve all your problems with the police, give you a roof over your head, and my blessing to return to the undercity? You think I'm not aware what's down there?"
Killing people was not something Nikolai enjoyed. Such necessities were few and far between in his life, but when the occasion called, he rose to the need with terrifying ease. Wasting a useful life was not the desired outcome here, but Nox needed to offer something, make some gesture beyond begging desperately if he wanted to walk out of here.
He let the power take over. The darkness that was his mood billowed around the room like it leaked straight from his soul. "You're wasting your gift Nox. A channeler and Atharim! You know I let the Atharim survive because their work is important. I do believe in them."
His voice slowed to a crawl. If the Atharim disbanded without the impending war spilling out onto his streets, he would allow it to happen. Let the old crumble to dust and rebuild a new Atharim in the image he desired. A better, efficient Atharim. One that let channelers eradicate the monsters with the snap of their fingers.
"What do you want me to do with you? You want me to wave a hand and solve all your problems with the police, give you a roof over your head, and my blessing to return to the undercity? You think I'm not aware what's down there?"
Killing people was not something Nikolai enjoyed. Such necessities were few and far between in his life, but when the occasion called, he rose to the need with terrifying ease. Wasting a useful life was not the desired outcome here, but Nox needed to offer something, make some gesture beyond begging desperately if he wanted to walk out of here.