The elder Vandros hums softly, the feeling of his knots getting worked out one step down from heaven at this point. He can not suppress a chuckle at Joseph's observation and he turns his head to smile at the vampire. The smile makes him look very much like the young man he use to be, lighting his face up in a way it has not been lit in a very long time. “You know Alexi, he'll completely forget it until he thinks it 'The right moment'. Heheh.” His head falls back down, a sift sigh finding it's way out of his lips. 

Alexi has always been a special kind of odd. Not mad, like their father, just a little. . .Different. He liked things the way he liked them, and come hell or high water, he was going to have it that way! Mois can not count the number of times he's had to bend over backwards or jump through very small hoops to try and keep up with his younger brother's whims. [i]'But in the end, they've always panned out, for the better'[/i] He sighs a again, letting his mind fall silent for a bit.

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“I am neither kind, nor honorable. I do not expect to be recorded in history as less than a demon or monster for my actions, no matter how this conflict ends. I do what I do, because I want to do it.” Alexi looks to the bound vampire with an impassive look, doing all he can to not cave to the vampire's requests for information he does not feel ready to divulge. “Yes, I want to free the slaves, but only because [b]I[/b] find slavery wrong and distasteful. I do it for my own satisfaction, but do you really think it matters why I am doing it or my emotions behind my actions? The fact will remain that the slaves will be freed, and if I am successful here, that at least one person will recall me as anything other than the one responsible for what is about to happen. I am no saint. I am a selfish brat who doesn't like to see sentient beings in chains, forced to serve those who, by all accounts in nature, are less than themselves. I do not delight in seeing you bound there, in fact, it makes me quite sick to see you in your condition, however that is my punishment in this undertaking.”

The human looks away to his bookshelves, biting his lip. “You may not consider my pain and illness from having you bound is ample punishment for what I am putting you through, and I will not try to convince you otherwise, however I will warn you that no matter how much or little you see me suffering from this, I am suffering, but I will not back down. I can not. I have never failed, not completely, and if anyone can accomplish the destruction of the slave trade the world over, it is one who has never failed. Think of it as my final play in my life long winning streak. The last little something I want to spend my luck on before it runs out.”

Alexi knows he's rambling at this point, and very close to giving away things he'd rather keep to himself at the moment. Taking a moment to gather himself he slides to the end of his bed and wraps his arm around one of the posts. Leaning his upper body against it his gaze once more returns to the bound male. “No matter what I say however, I do not expect you to believe me, because you have made it quite clear that unless I am “Helping the rebellion” in that ways you want me to, including freeing you right this instant, that everything else that comes out of my mouth must be a lie. What little help I could provide the rebellion this very moment by financial means or information would run the chance of ruining the plan already in place and I will not risk a definite end for a temporary relief.”

The look behind his eyes is now quite sad, but he resists the urge to look away. “The only thing keeping me from enacting it now is my one tiny selfless whim for my own race, in the form of what I am doing here with you. You are the last little bit of hope I wish to leave for my race, and the longer you insist on suffering your way through this, the longer your fellow magicals are in chains. Again, I know you will not believe this, or if you do, you would not tell me because of your own fear for your mind and soul. To that, I offer you one last truth for you to kick around and think about.” His gaze softens, a sad smile on his lips as a touch of shyness enters his eyes. “I would never destroy such a beautiful thing.”