[center][h2][color=ed1c24][b]"Don't you dare speak of logic or trust before me!"[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

	[color=ed1c24]"Your audacity... It is absolutely [i]astounding[/i]. Do not think, even for a [i]second,[/i] that I have not been keeping on eye on your approach."[/color] Yzeira slapped the book shut and shoved it back into his pocket. [color=ed1c24]"You bring a [i]fortress[/i], armed with technology that rivaled Prisma's arcane weaponry to my tower, and speak of trust? I [i]allowed[/i] you to walk away [i]so many times.[/i] I assured that [i]many lives[/i] would be spared in accordance with that offer that I graciously placed before you. [i]You've had a myriad of chances to accept my offer,[/i] and what of it? Rather than accept your weakness, [i]a [b]survival instinct[/b] with no shame behind it,[/i] and trust my offer, you choose an impossible path in defying me directly?"[/color] Yzeira's eyes began to thrum with overbearing energies, piercing the slanted rain like brilliant rubies. [color=ed1c24]"You hold so dear, parents whom you've [i]never known[/i] over friend and foe like they are to be worshiped like [i]gods.[/i] A man who cared [i]so little for you that he'd willingly put you in danger[/i] for an untrustworthy myth? A woman who's pride and selfish carnal desires [i]ripped you[/i] from what could have been true stability? You demonize my actions and assume me to be some [i]unreasonable tyrannical barbarian [/i]because of those working under my mask? And worst of all, you stand before me, an [i]inferior child[/i] by comparison, and poise yourself to deliver [i]lectures?![/i]"[/color] His barrier flared outwards, creating a rounded silhouette beneath the rainfall. 

	[color=ed1c24]"You know nothing of me or my history, that much is to be expected. But to know so little about [i]your own self...[/i] I pity you. I pity your [i]friends, family, and everyone who you swear so adamantly to protect.[/i] This world has my pity."[/color]