Vale revealed his usual toothy smile, this time, bathed in the blood of the men that Jenso had left alive in the room just before this one. With his head slightly tilted, he glared at Bruce with narrow eyes, and chuckled slowly.

	"Eh.. Heh.. Heh..?" His smile shrank into a tensed frown. Vale grit his teeth angrily, and tears began to stream down one side of his cheek. "Fatalistic, truth, synonymous. Your beliefs, your understanding, it will not change what will come to be. Idiots. [i]Idiots![/i]" Vale hissed, darting his eyes towards Jenso.

	"You know nothing of Lark or what he wanted, [i]insolent filth.[/i] You are a pitiful insect, taken pity upon by a weak old man. A man whom I'd no intention of letting die, but now. [i]You.[/i]" Vale lowered his blade and smiled again, shifting his neck. 

	"Walk into the next room, with your father, [i]Jenso,"[/i] Vale commanded, "[i]There is a surprise waiting for you in there, buried in [b]love,[/b] I assure it to you.[/i]" He turned his focus back to Bruce and his smile widened even further. "You. [b]Boy.[/b] You will stay here. You will [b]watch.[/b]"