Vale shook his head and snickered loudly, before looking back to Jeff as all the tension in his face melted away, replaced by a void expression. "Ra'Ja'Ka didn't kill you for a reason, there is no heroism to be found without challenging his resolve. Do you realize that? Are you even aware of his power, or the power of those who follow his greatest triumph? Of course not! Aiming high will only get you killed, fledgling!" Vale shouted angrily, unsheathing an ebony, straight-bladed Katana from a sheath on his back and pointing it at Jeff from afar. The blade's length revealed two lighter circles of white details near the base of the blade, which glowed with a soft intensity. He then offered Jeff a soft smile and tilted his head to the side.

	"I believe in fate, m'boy, a fate dependent on what some may consider [i]dead magic[/i], from which taps, oh so gently, into the void betwixt our worlds. Do you understand, me?" Vale asked, shaking his head. "You wouldn't, couldn't shouldn't! Stupid boy! Alas, I find refuge in the story which depicts the [i]order's[/i] ejection from this universe, I mind it very much as a possible outcome! But at your hands, as you are not, not even the slightest bit, weak little boy!" Vale twisted his sword vertically and pushed it forward slightly. 

	"You are needed elsewhere, yes?"