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Not everything that is gone is dead.

Of course not.

Nicomede felt a brief, unwelcome stab of sympathy; not for the unlamented Damon Cal, for even the politest final words did nothing to change his mind. He had long become a monster by deed whatever he had [i]been[/i]. His death filled the former noble with nothing but satisfaction that he would never be able to harm anyone else again, and perhaps he could regain something of the man he had been in the embrace of the goddesses. His soul was not Nicomede's concern; only that it be sent on with due haste. No, the sympathy was reserved for Damon Cal's descendants. And with it a touch of empathy, too.

He wasn't dead, but he might as well be. Dead and gone were not synonymous but too often they had the same effect. The man he had been would not return, so was there really much difference? He regarded the head in Tyaethe's hand with something approaching regret as the monster's warning turned back time for just a moment. But it passed, and his considerations vanished quickly beneath the needs of the moment. There were still enemies, still a hostage to save, and work to be done. He cleaned his sword with a flick almost contemptuously and nodded his agreement to Fleuri before following the other knight down the stairs.

[color=aa0404]"Inconsiderate of him, really."[/color] He commented over his shoulder to Tyaethe with a touch of humor, flicking his chin briefly at the once and former vampire's body. [color=aa0404]"Ducking responsibilities like that."[/color]