Marshall looked at the scientists, and reseated the one on the floor. “[color=a187be]Now, now, calm down,[/color]” he says, grinning. “[color=a187be]You got names, boys? Homes? Families? Loved ones? Lovers? Surely, you’ve got each other,[/color]” says the functional immortal, “[color=a187be]and, in this day and age, in this time and place, in these, most troubling of circumstances,[/color]” he slapped the piss out of the scientist that spat upon the other, nearly snapping his neck, as he raked the talons of his gauntlet over his face, “[color=a187be]we [b][i]can’t[/i][/b] just devolve into such nonsensical displays as to spit on people,[/color]” he turned his backhand against the other scientist, raking his face, as well, “[color=a187be]nor can we just [b][i]surrender[/i][/b] at the slightest provocation of fear and death! We’re humans, not beasts! Respect yourself![/color]”

Huffing disappointedly, Marshall patted the two upon their shoulders, and then put his hands on his hips. “[color=a187be]So, good news, chums, I lied,[/color]” he smiled, warmly, “[color=a187be]I’m not killing either of you -- without reason.[/color]” Stepping back, Marshall started to look, and walk, around the room; searching for something. “[color=a187be]You said, only you and the warden can be up here,[/color]” he says, “[color=a187be]As such, I’d like to speak with him or her,[/color]” he wheeled around, smiling the sickest smile that a human could produce, “[color=a187be]I sure [i]hope[/i] it’s a her. I haven’t tortured a woman in [b][i]forever[/i][/b].[/color]”

Dismissively, he shook his cursed hand, and resumed his hunt. “[color=a187be]My assumption is this, if you called the warden, he, or [i]hopefully she[/i], will require a verbal reason for being summon, and then, you’ll whimper and whine, which will cause a problems for me,[/color]” Marshall says, “[color=a187be]Alternatively, if I cause a ruckus, he, or, [i]please, please, please, let it be, she[/i], will come with many guards.[/color]” Marshall turned back, unhinged sadism dripping off his very presence, as he grinned inhumanly wide, before he seemed to start struggling to recover. After several deep breaths, he seemed “okay”...?

	“[color=a187be]Pardon me. I’ve been idle too long, I’ve some nasty, old habits that resurface as a result. As I was saying...[/color]” Marshall says, taking a calming breath, “[color=a187be]Either option presents threat, so, gentlemen, you have to ask yourself a single question: [i]‘Do I wanna live?’[/i]... If the answer is, [i]‘Yes,’[/i] then you have another question to noodle on: [i]‘Is the Warden’s life worth more than mine,’[/i] with the a supplementary -- yes, yes, I know, big word from the brute, but bare with me -- with the supplementary question: [i]‘Does the Warden think my life is worth more than their reputation?’[/i] and draw from there, your own conclusions.[/color]”

“[color=a187be]Either or, I am going to ring the Warden up. So, life or death, my crippled, but still-able-to-recover-well-enough friends. This old man is feeling generous,[/color]” Marshall grinned, before his expression snapped cold. “[color=a187be]Far more so then what’s decided to awaken at last. It’s not my Benefactor, and it’s not happy. So, pose yourself this, additional question: [i]‘Do I wanna die to the whim of a true Prismal Beast?’[/i]...[/color]” he looked back to the twosome, “[color=a187be]Because, that little Erune girl you foundly poked at... This body of mine you like cutting up... This immortality you seek to understand... It comes at a steep price.[/color]”

Marshall closed his eyes, sensing its full presence and intentions, “[color=a187be]And, it’s coming to collect.[/color]”
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[@The Irish Tree]