[i]Althalus[/i]

Althalus groaned as he saw Tyrael, knowing trouble was coming. As Tyrael spoke he closed his eyes and rubbed them, preparing for another argument. He really didn't want to argue with Tyrael the same argument he had just spent the last while arguing with Mar and getting beaten with her tail while arguing about it. He somehow doubted Tyrael would be any different. 

[color=00aeef]"No Tyrael, I don't like flirting with death. Death is terrifying. Death is that dark abyss that everyone, be they elf, demon, human or naga, eventually meets and succumbs to. Death is the last stop on the road for everyone. Afterwards you either stay dead forever, you become a demon, or your soul is summoned by a Necromancer and shoved into a body. Death [i]scares[/i] me Tyrael. But I will throw myself into that abyss if it means I keep Mar or Lyn from going into it. Now I suppose you're going to tell me how wrong I am, how I don't get to make that choice for them, so if you don't mind I'm going to sit down for that talk. Because standing and repeating myself to someone who doesn't give a damn about my health or my opinion is exhausting and a pain in the ass." [/color]

Althalus moved towards a nearby seat and sat down, looking up a the half-demon. He looked at what Tyrael held in his hands, raising an eyebrow at Tyrael. [color=00aeef]"If that's my new hand, don't worry about it. Lidda says she can regrow my hand, no demon magic required!"[/color]