Snippet #2333036

Daniel heard The girls Snort, and Could feel the Tension in the room. "Well, shouldn't we get going or are we going to stay here and argue like nine year olds." Alessandra Turned and Walked out of the Room pleasantly. "She's right, and I think we're Fine with the Mixture of Tristan's Idea and Blake's." Daniel only stood up out of his Chair and Stood behind it, as if waiting for everyone to leave first. His eyes were looking at the ground under the Table with his Face blank. I must had seemed really insensitive, to get a Reaction like that. His voice rang in his head. Now I remember why I don't usually talk in these damn Meetings.
His hair Blocked his Face and he Wanted to Phase through the ground into where all the machinery for the Door was, it would just be easier that way.


Daniel truly doesn't want to become some Insensitive killing machine and would much rather Go against Death than kill another Witch. But to help someone like that, would take power. And to gain Power, Takes Time. Time was Something Few ever had.
Claiming a Soul was Honestly only Taking it, Looking into it's memories, and Throwing it to Hell to be judged. Killing could be Painful and the soul then awakening in Hell to be judged. it was Just a Sad Circle of life to Afterlife.

Daniel remained Standing behind his Chair looking through his hair to under the Table. "Whenever everyone's Ready."