The cold hearted man didn't even flinch at being slammed against the wall, his neigh-emotionless eyes stared deeply into Damian's own. They were the eyes of a man who simply didn't care what happened, someone completely apathetic to almost everything around him or at least he tried to appear like that in front of them. The God Slayer blew the smoke from his pipe into Damian's face and brushed his hair out of his eyes. [color=00746b]"And who are you to decide that I'm wrong? Can you honestly say that you yourself are living for the sake of living or are you just wandering aimlessly?"[/color] Nolan landed on his feet as soon as he was dropped and he manipulated the ash in the pipe to get rid of the burnt tobacco. Well, he didn't try to maker her cry nor did he try to insult her with that he said. [color=00746b]"....God dammit."[/color]

It didn't take much to find her. When one's body is made to take on the attributes of that a god then it can be expected that one can smell out the scent of a person. In this case, Nolan followed the dusty scent and footprints of Fleo to the outskirts of Magnolia until he found the dust mage under a decrepit tree, looking over the city that the both of them lived, the place that they protected and fought for. He just walked over to her side, but he didn't even look at her, he just stared out to the city with that cold, even gaze. Nolan put fresh tobacco into his pipe and lit it up with his lighter. He placed it in his mouth and sucked on it, then puffed out rings of smoke. [color=00746b]"Everyone I ever cared about is dead. My family was swallowed up by the sea. My mom and dad drowned in the storm and I don't even know if my brother and sister ever survived though it wouldn't surprise me if they died as well. I nearly died, but I was rescued by these elders from a temple. The elders that took me in, raised me as one of their own, and taught me the art of God Slaying were all brutally murdered in front of my very eyes and the man that did it laughed at me and how weak I was. The only thing I have left of them are my memories, my sword, and my magic."[/color] Why he was telling her this he didn't know. 

Nolan took a brief moment of silence and puffed out more smoke from his mouth. [color=00746b]"I've dedicated my life to not only finding that man and kill him with the magic that he dare slandered, but to make sure that I find every sick bastard and leave them as a blood stain to give justice for those harmed by them. That is the meaning to my life, my purpose, my legacy. Even if I am faced by an army of dark mages or corrupted members of the Council I would lay my life down. I am no hero nor do I wish to be one, I'm just another person that just wants to do good even if I have to get my hands dirty."[/color] For the first time he was there he finally looked down upon her, tearing his gaze away from the city. [color=00746b]"What is it that you want to do with your life? Do you simply just want to live or do you want to leave a legacy?"[/color]