[b]Eren Deville[/b] Eren saw the hunters outside, and saw Nuul unleash the barrage of beams. It was the second time Eren had witnessed such a great portion of his doll's raw power, and he had to admit it was impressive. Eren dropped back out of his bedroom window then, knife in hand. The beams had kicked up dust, and he couldn't see if his hunters has survived. "If you're alive, then I offer you a chance to stay that way. My doll and I are both competent fighters, and the only reason that the first one of you survived so long was because I had a marionette's minion to deal with." Eren cocked his pistol. 5 shots left. "I am not an evil person. I merely search for the truth behind the disappearance of someone precious to me, and I seek to take down someone who I believe may be the source of some puppeteer presence in this city." Eren paused, "If you want a chance to kick your wounds, then walk away. If you want to stay and fight, however, then I promise you one thing." Eren spoke calmly. "I'll kill you like I would any other thugs that stand in my way." [b]Mathew[/b] Mathew baked and cooked, whistling an old tune under his breath. It was a wistful tune, and one that few had heard before. Mathew stopped whistling, and after a moment, chuckled. "You know, Alex, I've been around for a long time," he began, "And humanity has always impressed me. You guys live such short lives, yet you live them with such gusto. The millennia would have passed by slowly if it weren't for you guys. It's a shame that puppeteers are trying to ruin that." He sighed, "But I suppose that is life. There's good and bad. Some dolls are heroic, some are almost as bad as I was, one, so long ago. We are not so unlike humanity as you might think, truly. Whether we admit it or not, we want for things. Love, friendship. A family. And it's always sad when you have to watch the funeral of a good person that you watched grow up, and saw do good deeds, and you're just a cloaked figure in the back who their family and friends will never know about." Mathew seemed almost sad, as he spoke.