[centre][color=gray][h3][u]Fae Nikia[/u][/h3][/color][/centre]

	He listened to what she said. I mean, he had to. She wouldn't let him bat a single word out of his mouth. She was rambling, on and on. He listened to her words carefully. Fae knew that what she could say might lead to something that'll offend him, and sure enough it did. Her description of the Magi. Fae took it to heart. As soon as she said that, his physical stance took a pace rearwards. She'd have noticed it, surely? Fae wasn't going to let her just get that by. But the way the conversation was going, he might as well keep it to himself. But for now, he only listened. Unnatural creatures...What a phrase to use so lightly...

	She went on about her accusations, about how he had the right to never question her companions like so. But then again, hadn't she done the same? Had she not just questioned the entire existence of a united Rebel frontier that works around her constantly, one that is close to one another as she would be to her own group? What's more, she talked about what he thought about Faran. What she was saying was untruthful, a misconception of what she thought he said. Backing up Faran's actions? He never uttered a word of such kind. He just said that Faran as an individual is one person to be respectful of, not his actions. It always happened. This always did. Someone he'd try to finally work alongside would just throw his words around him. This time, he wasn't going to let it happen...

[color=Gray][b]"Let me get something straight with you...How dare you come into my home...And just...Lightly use the term [i]Unnatural Creatures[/i] to describe people who are around you almost all the time...Around me? Is it enough to have one power that means we aren't able to live as what we sometimes want to be? Because that's not what I'd say...or anyone who had any tact at this moment in time..."[/b][/color] He wasn't fuming, just stern. Somehow, it had a friendly tone to it, as if informative once more. There was no hostility in his vocal patterns, however. That was not what he was like. Negotiator at heart, it was difficult to even put it on as an act.

[color=Gray][b]"Who said I knew your companions? Who said that I knew their stories, which are tragic...But hating those who are responsible isn't all of the Magi. Yes...Those who did it were monsters to heart, which is a shame to see. But then again, let's talk about that part of knowledge. You do not know a single thing about those of the Ty' Un. You think that what these people fight for are just ideals of their own? Like you just said, your group fights for their own opinions...Also known as Ideals...You don't know a single thing about every single individual who signed up, who died, fought or lives for the rebellion. You don't know why they joined. You don't know the lives they may have lost, or may not have. You don't even know why they want to fight, whether it is the prosperity of all magi and humans or whether it is to survive themselves. Because I signed up to survive...Letting this slide by will only let others wage war and eventually kill us all, and I'm still here fighting to survive. It's what I have been doing every fucking day since I signed the contract to get it, especially the eight bloody years I've spent hopping from village to village to escape the suspicion. You take lives as well, and yet they don't profit. In all honesty...I hate killing. It's not what I feel is right, but I do it because I have to...Like you do."[/b][/color]

	He was using his tongue more than he desired. His words were flowing out more than he wanted. With that, Fae moved away from the light and towards the centre of the room, towards where the door was. It was a strong material, the hatch. The camouflage made it almost impossible to see, even though its metallic structure allowed it to be quite shiny if not covered up properly. It also let it be cold, and to blend in with the usually wet and freezing soil that sat on top and around.

[color=gray][b]"And when did I ever say what Faran did was acceptable? It isn't, but the man himself...The man that I know...Is one that needs to be respected to some degree. Not what you know him as. You don't know him either. You've only read what has been documented on him...The one your friends might read, and research. Glad to hear you actually do the research, better than mindless killers and instead smart hunters...But research is never 100% accurate. And as for sleep..."[/b][/color] He sighed heavily. His forehead fell down onto his fingertips as they rubbed vigorously against his forehead. His breath was trembling, upset with what he had to say and what was said back. A single tear did not beckon from his eyes, but instead just a sorrowful voice of deep and crippling expression. What had become of him tonight? What sort of witchcraft had brought the ideals of stress to overcome his posture?

[color=Gray][b]"All I wanted to be...Was a musician. To sit there and play my cello, that was my goal. I was going to finally settle down and start that...Tonight, at the festival. I played...Yes...But the Thalburn most likely has my duo of partners under questioning, or dead...But, the world isn't fair. It never is...No one is ever going to get along. No one is ever going to get what they want, especially myself...And not in the point of view as a musician, but instead an unfortunate spread between two conflicting sides with blood. I guess I don't see it, or understand it? Maybe that's why I'm a rebel? Or maybe...I'm just an unnatural creature...Or somewhere just along those lines..."[/b][/color]

	Fae opened the hatch, and began climbing through into the late night. It was to be sunlight within a few hours, and it gave him time to possibly visit the nearby lake to gather his thoughts like he did in the days of the old. It was his way of recollecting both the day, and the future. Mid-way through the motion, he stopped, and looked back for only a second.

[color=Gray][b]"The outpost is yours for the night. Yours only, though...You are the leader after all...I'll be back...Eventually."[/b][/color]

	He took off. Fae walked, forgetting to go towards where the horses were hidden. Walking helped distract him, though his thoughts needed to be focused. They always needed to be focused. The hours began to pass as he walked along the forest; a route in which he cherished as a youngster was now holding a burden upon its shoulders. In the distance, the crack of sunlight shimmered, letting him see the lake's glossy reflection through the trees. He'd been walking for some time. His legs ached, and his back hurt too. He only held a single hatchet and his crossbow, with ammunition this time. Fae knew he could snip in some hunting once this was all over, this seminar of peace and tranquillity. Within a few minutes, he reached the water's edge, and the rock which he always sat on. Placing a backside down onto the warm area the sunlight had touched, he waited and relaxed. Fae could finally think...