[h1]Argus Leandros[/h1]

". . ."

Argus had stopped walking half-way through the rant, slowly feeling his anger compound on itself the more Gabriel spoke. His body shook ever so slightly as he reigned in his emotions, taking a few deep breaths so that he'd be able to get out a sentence without socking him across the face. 

"You know, it takes a certain level of arrogance to say stuff like that, don't you think. When you tell people that they don't know something, especially people you don't know, that means that you think that whatever may have happened to them in their lives, it can't be as bad as what happened to you. I don't know why you felt the need to scream your life story at me, whether it was to help price your point, vent frustration, or simply wanting me to feel sorry for you, but I'm going to tell you that I probably know about everything you just said then you do. Well, except for seeing my parents die and having the last person I care about be somewhere far away. Parents were killed before I was old enough to remover and the person that I would have, and did, kill for. . . she's dead." Argus took another strafing breath, back still to Gabriel as he struggle to keep back the tears and the memories from that day. "But since you've decide to play this game, let me ask you some questions. Do you know what it's like to be forced to kill animals, children, grown men, every day, since you were 5, until you're so numb to the act of taking life that you stop seeing living beings, only bags of flesh to be sliced into pieces? Do you know what it's like to kill people you've grown up with and cherished because that's the only way you'll survive to see the next day? Do you know what it's like to see the last family you have get killed like a dog while you stand by, not able to do a single goddamn thing about? Do you know the hell that is living everyday of your life with the knowledge that they're dead because of you, and that nothing you ever di will allow you to atone for it? Well . . .DO YOU!?!?"

Argus' voice became more and more strained and angered as he spoke, the air around him growing dark as his magic seeped from his body, filling the air with a chilling sense of foreboding. Argus looked at his hands, seeing the dark wisp flowing from his body, and let out a empty chuckle, the darkness beginning to coalesce around him. "Do you know what it's like to have a magic that constitently pushes you to do the one thing you never want to have to do again in your life, a magic that you were tricked into learning because you thought it was your only hope for freedom . . . a magic that forever causes people to label you a demon, not be aide of your looks, but because of the actions it makes you take?"

Argus let out a sigh, the anger leaving him as soon as it had come upon him. Turning around to face Gabriel, the darkness emanating from him subsiding with the change in mood, the blue-haired Mage would see a very defeated look upon the God Slayer's face. "It seems to me that neither of us have really let go of our past traumas. To be honest, I'm surprised that you can still hold the opinion you have after everything you've been through. Naive as it is, it's a noble one and I won't tell you to give it up. But I will tell you that if you ever want to live up to it and have people take you seriously, you're going to have to get stronger and grow up. Otherwise, you'll die accomplishing nothing at all, alone and leaving nothing behind but a memory."

Argus was quiet after that, not stepping any closer to Gabriel, but not walking away either. The blue haired Mage had his attention for now, as Argus wanted to at least listen to his response. 

[@Caits]