[color=gray]Mark was competent when it came to reading other people. It was a vital part of his occupation, of course. He was completely and totally [i]incompetent[/i] when it came to seeing the bigger picture, a conversation in this case. The results were predictable as he furrowed his eyebrows, chin in hand and listened to the chimera's apology. The boy's final words were aimed at Joseph, but Mark shot out a reply before he or the ever polite Berke could speak.

[color=green]"DO NOT HESITATE IN COMBAT, SOLDIER. AS A CHIMERA, YOUR SOUL POSSESSES FEROCIOUSNESS AND FERVOR THAT A PLAIN HUMAN COULD NEVER OBTAIN NATURALLY. A TRUE MAN NEVER GIVES IN OR SUBMITS TO OTHERS, TWO THINGS THAT YOU HAVE DONE [b]MULTIPLE[/b] TIIIIIMESSSSS!"[/color]

The word "times" was stretched masculinely like a flexed muscle, meant to be the killing blow of his sentence that would cause his listener to reflect and adapt like a warrior would. When a fish bites into a hook, a fisherman reels it in! Unless the fish in question has an equally potent amount of charisma, in which case the attempt was useless and has an effect similar to planting dynamite in a pond and then stabbing the body of water with a knife because it wasn't enough.[color=green] "THE STRENGTH TO PERSERVERE LIES WITHIN YOU. NEVER SURRENDER!"[/color] The last bit was taken from a comic book, but his listeners were likely unaware of that.[/color]