Nemo didn't make a reply at first. His expression didn't seem to give away what his reaction was either. He let out a slight sigh before speaking. [color=c0c0c0]"No... no, I think those three things are much too grandiose, even for me."[/color] Nemo replied, resting his hands in his pant pockets. [color=c0c0c0]"I just don't want to see you do anything you'll come to regret, Raiya. You still have the chance to have what I never will. I don't want to see you waste that. Heaven knows I did, and there's not a day that goes by I don't think about that. I don't think that sentiment makes me a knight, or a king, certainly not a god."[/color] Nemo finished. 

[color=c0c0c0]"I've never killed anyone that didn't have it coming to them, but there is a vast ravine separating people like Felix from people like myself in regards to how tastefully or compassionately they deal the final blow. That trait is certainly a heavy one in discerning a person from a beast."[/color] He explained. [color=c0c0c0]"How about a story?"[/color] Nemo then suggested, seeing that they'd be waiting for the door anyways. 

[color=c0c0c0]"Back in eighty-three there was a man named Rolando Massimiliano Tucci. He was a famous Italian track and field star, distinguished chef, and less known to the public, an world renown assassin. Rolando was known for his speed, he could eliminate a target and be miles away before anybody even noticed. People used to call him [i]'Rapid Roland.'[/i]"[/color] Nemo remembered with a small smirk at the end.

[color=c0c0c0]"One day, either for the sake of a contract, or just for the sake of furthering his own reputation, Rolando made an attempt on my life. Clearly he wasn't very successful, but neither was I in capturing him. He slipped away, and thus began a rather long feud between us. Every time I'd come close to wringing my hands around that weasel's neck he'd find a way to escape. And that [i]really[/i] began to rub me the wrong way. His knack for finding a way out of every one of our encounters nearly drove me mad."[/color] Nemo paused, settling down from the repressed irritation he was resurfacing. [color=c0c0c0]"He knew he couldn't beat me, so it became his mission to try to to annoy me as much as possible. He had no manners, and that's something I absolutely [i]couldn't allow[/i]."[/color]

Nemo paused once more, this time his tone shifted darker before he continued. [color=c0c0c0]"So... when I finally [i]did[/i] catch him. I didn't kill him, no, not at first. Instead I treated him to a nice dinner instead. One where we could finally work out our differences. I made sure this time he wouldn't escape... I amputated his legs, Raiya, skinned and roasted them with choice spices. It took some convincing, but we both enjoyed the meal with a side of braised cavolo nero and a bottle of Nebbiolo. I thought it was clever. [i]Olympic sprinter chef eats his own legs[/i]."[/color]