Mal's smile was softer than normal as he took the hand of the blindfolded man and hauled himself up to his feet. He barely managed to keep from stumbling into the man as exhaustion tried to weigh him down. Even at this distance he could feel the magic energy buzzing off his skin. He could feel the spirit inside him strain against his skin as if prepared to lash out at the object.
 
[color=yellow]"Thanks..."[/color] He chuckled, [color=yellow]"and the name's Mal Tersva. Pleasure..."[/color]
 
 He struggled to keep his balance. The chains went from something bearable to the weight of the world as his legs shook. He was a legitimate glass cannon - he knew that. And the spirit sapped a lot from him too. His eyelids felt like falling down on him, which he really wish they didn't -

 Because with Eye-patch's last comment, Mal desperately wanted to drive one of his snakes through the man's throat. 
 Still using Blindfold as support, he stepped towards the eye-patch guy, 

[color=yellow]"Oh, because the people you're selling it to will just lock it away, right? Or are you apathetic to the rest of the world's plight? The 13 might've stopped the Shattering but this world is still in shambles, and I doubt some selfish ruler is gonna make it better..."[/color]

 And with his monologue, Mal fell to his knees, his breathing heavy as dark spots gathered at the edges of his vision.
 
[color=yellow][i]Damn it... don't pass out now![/i][/color] he thought as he held onto consciousness with heavy breathing.