Snippet #1763619

Falwich sat silently through the conversation, a blank look worthy of Kiera etched onto his features. He realised that conflict would get them nowhere, but he also realised the weakness shown by himself by expressing rage. That was not to say he would not, his emotions were far too strong to be held in restraints for any prolonged period of time, but for the time being he could keep himself to himself. Even with the suggestion that he peer into the mind of the Aduro to confirm it's story he remained stony and distant, though a sneer flickered on his lips for the briefest of moments. Did this creature think him stupid?

"I would not give you the satisfaction" he replied quietly. "You've clearly come across beings with my particular talents before and have grown accustomed to mental infiltration. I would not believe your thoughts any more than I would believe your words."

He spoke not with bitterness or resentment but with a sense of resigned impatience that hinted towards him either giving up on his argument after seeing fruitless efforts or that he was waiting on something to happen. To any who knew him it was obvious which it was, and as he turned his head slowly to follow Vance as he walked from the room it was clear his interest was, for now, elsewhere.

Despite his apparent lack of interest in the proceedings he still continued to remain vigilant, until he broke face to give a dry smile and a huff of air through his nose in amusement.

"Yes Kaine, you rest, leave everything else to us. That impromtu spectacle must have really drained you, despite not knowing exactly how it happened." It was a classic way for him to vent anger without expressing aggression. Sarcastic stabs designed to irritate were the only outlet he had at his disposal if they were to harvest any useful information from the Aduro. If it saw them as weak and broken then all the better. He would rather they be underestimated, it would give them a greater advantage were this meeting to come to blows. "And Gabbe, why not succumb to his pathetic act and carry his limp body to a chair. In fact, take mine, I shall prepare refreshments for the dear, poor soul."

At this point he stood and gestured to his chair, slightly bent over in a mocking bow, knowing full well that Kaine did not deserve the abuse he was becoming hell-bent on inflicting. "But why stop there? Let us all kneel before our great Messiah who has all the answers. Tell us Kaine, how do we leave this place? How do we each remove ourselves from this plane and blink into existence elsewhere? Really tell me the details, or do you need help to move your own tongue at this point?"

This, he knew, was crossing a line, and could leave them all in danger of an surprise attack from the stranger in the room. But a snowball had started rolling and the anxiety at being without an answer had combined with the fury of being ignored in his understandable suspicions of Elei' Mei, and Kaine's decision to take charge in Vance's absence whilst making himself out to have performed a willing feat of greatness. Together these feelings hurled all his negativity towards a single target and, though he knew he was making a fool of himself, he could not stop. Not since the days of the humans had he felt so much emotion at once and it was overpowering, even intoxicating. To be cool, calm and cunning was fun but to unleash emotion in such a raw form as spontaneous provocation was addictive. The process was invigorating and the aftermath left him feeling free and unweighted. Last time, thousands had died. This time, he had no idea what might happen. And that forced another ancient emotion to resurface: Excitement.