[i]'Told you you look like an arse.'[/i] Galladin frowned, resting his hand against his table.
[i]'You know what? He's right, so instead of confront this mental dilemma, I'd rather let you handle this.'[/i] Galladin's eyes rolled back in his head, and he jerked around in his chair, many of his joints bending backwards, and the many tears in his body bled due to the force at which he shook.
[i]'Re-really?'
'Yeah, you're less concerned with the morals of what counts as living or not, so, have fun.'
'You know how terrible a decision this is, right?'
'Far too well.'[/i]

Ergoth stopped taking control of the body, as he managed to hear the dracon speaking to him, the body stopped convulsing and went limp.
[i]'You uh... gonna take that?'
'Shut up, you can handle a moral dilemma for a minute.'[/i] The body's eyes shot open, and he pulled himself back out of his chair.
"*Ahem* Well if you must know, I'm not really a villain, I'm Galladin of the bright touch, the famed healer? I apologize for not knowing the difference between Draconian and Dracon, not that it matters. I'm not going to take action for now, I'll let you monsters do whatever you want, I'll just reap the rewards, as you do." He then sat back in his chair, smugly smirking.

[i]'Dracon, you really don't understand who you are speaking to, but if you want my aid, then I shall offer it, listen, if we're going to leave, then I need you to find some way to unlock the seals on my host's chest, if that is done, then this prison will collapse like a house of cards before me. Your kind are untrustworthy, dealing where you don't belong, act against my host and feel the full wrath of my power upon you, for Galladin is weak, but I'd rather be harbored within him than any construct form.'[/i]