01-03-2022, 11:14 AM
Allan was still reeling from the blast taken from his side. He glared at Nox even as the Ascendancy agreed they were done and someone should stay behind. He was grateful he wasn't chosen but he didn't like the idea of leaving Nox down here with those things. "What makes you trust him?" Allan thrust his finger at Nox from his distance wishing he could kill with the gesture. "He could bring that horde up top. He felt them all dying. He's one of them. Why do you trust him not to take you out when the time is right?" Allan's voice turned from anger to worried concern. It felt almost like he whined to be listened to, but he was sure he was right. Why did the Ascendancy trust this man he was already a known traitor to his own kind and he lived like he was not. He would fell any one of them in a heart beat -- wasn't that what the Atharim did and he proclaimed to be nothing but Atharim. The same people who hunted the Ascendancy -- killed innocent boys and girls who were sick in pain. Their legacy was death and the Ascendancy trusted this boy with the fate of his very own home -- his people.