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[color=6ecff6][b]"Why? Why did not you? Perhaps he simply wanted to see the look on your face, to create a bit of chaos, perhaps he wanted a decoy whilst  planning his next move? Or perhaps he saw something, which others have been unable to see? Or would you rather stand here and believe that I have killed him with my bare hands without shedding as much as an ounce of blood upon my attire? Sometimes words are far more effective, it was words that put me away, and it were words that set me free. 

Therefor one ought to always be ready to listen. I could stand here all day, hurling all manners of why and how... despite whichever explanation you settle for, it wouldn't matter what I say, because you have already made up your mind that you do not believe me. Even if one would slap your face with truth itself, you may be unable to see it, to feel it and hear it. Perhaps in time."[/b][/color]

The blond man remained firm in place, his purple cloak flickering in the wind, his borrowed sword held firmly in his grasp yet not in a threatening manner. His almost ever present smile was on his face as he spoke to Flynn. Things had gone even better than he had thought, not only had he'd gotten an audiance with both the royals to learn just what kind of people they were, but also caught the wolf in the jail as he said he would. That Aliseth himself had broken the door, that had been a part of his plan, would not another guard have been duped to enter his cell. That was why he had done plenty to provoke him. 

Whilst severely disadvantaged with the anti-magic ward and no sharp blade by his side, he had been confident that despite the speed and raw power the blightborn had, his prowess with hand-to-hand combat would have surely allowed him to surpass the boy's unnatural powers. With the right training and time, that boy may have had a chance, but like many others they had not enough time. Time was such a cruel teacher. He knew that very well.

Had it been his way with words or Aliseth's own reasoning that had led to him being able to leave the jail without being attacked. Who could tell. What was certain were that he couldn't spend more time locked away or fighting when there were no reasons for it. His entire body was a weapon, his mind too. To rely fully on magic or a carried weapon was folly, but those weapons had their uses. Especially his sword-staff, which despite telling himself otherwise, was sentimental. After all. That staff part had belonged to... her. Now it was distant from him, but perhaps he would get it back. Unlike her. But in the end the only path remaining was forwards, knowing fully well that there would be nothing there for him. Kill Auric. Protect the precious stone. Destroy the twin-kingdoms and their divines. Those were his only reasons to still exist. 

His attention soon settled to look at Daphne, with an amused chuckle as he casually twirled his borrowed blade in his hand.

[color=6ecff6][b]"He needs better guards and judgement, the building is fine. But you are as threatening as a bunny before the tiger. Fret not little bunny, I have no intention of harming neither one of these inheritors of crowns. If you are looking for threats to their lives, look no further than to the clergy and those pulling their strings. You are but a little girl pretending to be a warrior. You have more luck trying to wade across the seas than engage me in a fight and hope to come out of it on top.

Your cup is not half-full, nor half-empty. It's not even there. You have not the warrior soul. I would never suffer defeat at the hands of someone who do not even believe in themselves. Like the self-proclaimed champion over yonder, who rather put faith in a goddess which has not only betrayed her twin but also the world itself. Even in a hundred years, you would still be a sapling before the great oak. With that mindset of yours. Either way, I shall not wander back into that place."[/b][/color]

He smirked, pulling his hair back slightly with his free hand, glancing soon after to Amaya, then Dyna and Ranni. Then back to Flynn.

[color=6ecff6][b]"You could try to reason with or fight the blightborn within the jail. But are you willing to pay whatever cost comes with it? If some of you intend to waste both my time and yours by fighting me, then your results may also become quite different. Perhaps your opportunity shall slip out through your fingers? I have matters to do, matters concerning the end of the world as we know it. Go ahead, chase the prophecy if you wish to subdue yourselves to fate as the clergy so desire. Destiny awaits the philosopher and the stone he ward no matter what happens now. 

The stage has already been set, even before you people were even born. Did it ever cross your minds that what you see before you is but a phantom? A spectre. I might appear alive and well, but take my word for it, I am as dead as the blightborn within the jail. Yet even the dead have things they hold dear. Here's a hint. The living they've left behind. Who am I, really? What am I striving for to gain in this dark wretched world bereft of so many things? Perhaps if you intend to pursue the prophecy, you would finally understand the meaning of my words and actions, and what it means. Hnn...hnn... hahahah...

So will you try to stop me from leaving? If so... don't assume you'd win, just because I am outnumbered... it doesn't mean that I am outmatched."[/b][/color] Gadez smiled and raised his free hand slightly.