Carden kept his blade in the air, though he knew the man was right. He didn't intend to use the thing, he couldn't. As the figure in front of him melded into the shadows, Carden's eyes widened with fear. What the hell was this thing? When the man appeared next to him, Carden cried out in terror, falling onto the ground. He had no chance against this thing, if it wanted to take him it would. His mouth popped over as the figure told him about the darkness inside himself and about his father, though he didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to respond. So the man wasn't with the cultists? But how could that be, how could a being so dark not be one of their pawns? Carden grimaced, realizing that he was the same. Could it be a trick? Could he be telling him all of this just to get him to come along and capture him? It's not like it would matter either way what he did, if he stayed he'd just be captured and the same would go if he went along. But if the being was telling the truth... if this was finally a chance for true freedom, how could he pass it up? His eyes closed, a conflict against his fear occurring in his head. And shakily, the boy stood. He was terrified of what was to come, but this could be his only chance. He wiped his eyes and stepped forward, following behind the figure at a timid distance. This was it, he was either going to be captured or he was going to be set on the path of true freedom.