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[color=skyblue]"Tell me, Corvus. Do you have your Braidh? I've left mine in my quarters. I didn't think I'd be needing such a thing in Wellborough. We might as well put the horrible thing out of its misery while we can, agreed?"[/color] the Archmage had spoke, and Sophia's eyes widened in fear: Were they to kill this creature just for what he [i]was?[/i]

"[color=F08080]No![/color]" Skye objected as she rushed forward, placing herself between the creature and Nephlim, her hand habitually reaching back to press on the creature's chest, feebly attempting to push him back a bit. "[color=F08080]What has this man [i]done[/i] besides scare a few citizens?[/color]" she questioned, trying her absolute [i]hardest[/i] to keep her voice from shaking; honestly she wasn't used to, or frankly [i]liked[/i], being the center of attention - and standing in the middle of two hostile parties in the middle of a ring of citizens [i]certainly[/i] didn't help with that problem. "[color=F08080]You can't just claim something to be evil just because it [i]comes [/i]from an evil place![/color]" she emotionally tried to reason.

Though it sounded like she was solely speaking of the creature she was defending, Sophia was also talking about herself: Just because she had a sentientally angry birthmark of the Revenant's crest, it didn't mean that she [i]was[/i] one - the young woman hadn't even [i]been[/i] to the Wastelands. And she couldn't have been [i]born[/i] Revenant, because it was common knowledge that the Angel of Entropy couldn't create life.

"[color=DimGray]I will always have gratitude for what you've done,[/color]" the Fleshspinner quietly chimed into the girl's ear, "[color=DimGray]I will distract him. But perhaps you run, marked of Alithe. No doubt, they'll slaughter you if that mark is seen. I'll find you another time, if I'm left alive.[/color]" 

Although she hesitated for a moment, the young farm girl finally adhered to the creature's will, backing away from the Nephlim and the creature. Though she knew that she [i]should[/i] run, Sophie just couldn't pull herself away from the situation: She couldn't really do anything to help, but she couldn't just flee and let the innocent creature be slain. She remained quiet through the creature's rant: While harsh and a little unorthodox, the creature [i]did[/i] have a point - the Nephlim cared for the Nephlim, not anybody else. They only "help" the neutral citizens to further their feelings of superiority.

The sheer [i]power[/i] of the Nephlim's booming voice sent a paralysing chill up the girl's spine, and the girl could only stare up in fear at the darker Nephlim man as he spoke. His words filled her with guilt for thinking such bad things of the Nephlim - Sophie had selfishly seemed to have forgotten that the Nephlim were too citizens of the living Terra.

The furious Nephlim man trudged forward a few steps toward the flesh spinner, his body language indicated that he was filled to the [i]brim[/i] with fury. Though surprisingly, when the Nephlim's eyes at met hers, the man's fury seemed to just... Melt away from him. "[color=6ecff6]Just...go,[/color]" the Nephlim quietly said, his voice spent. 

Though she wanted so badly to ask why he was letting them go, Sophie remained silent as she slowly moved away from the two Nephlim; she gently grasped her hand around a few of the fleshspinner's claws as she passed him, quietly pulling him along with her. She couldn't help but keep her eyes on the Nephlim as he slowly disappeared from view over the retreating horizon, a confused and curious look touching her features: She had so many questions for the man, but she knew it was best to remove the creature from the situation before the Archmage had time to protest.