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“Speaking hypothetically, of course.” She ended her thinly veiled taunt, her voice tinted by curiosity of her questions answer. His pale features stretched into a soft smile as he chuckled before listening to the rest of her convoluted speech.

"Perhaps our dear 'Lord Justice' may not openly share items of import, but to you I think he might make the exception when you are both hidden in the dark of his den. But no matter, whatever he has planned will most likely result in more souls to be dealt with. The outcome remains the same, at least for me, though maybe not for him."

He slowly takes a sip of the dark red liquid, and lets it linger on his tongue before swallowing slowly as he thinks over her words previously. After staring at the remaining contents of his glass for a few moments he stares at the goddess and locks his eyes on hers as he speaks.

"We of the Trimvirate have no cause to speak falsehoods, really what would be the point? You live, you die, and we collect what comes after. Then the cycle begins anew. What do I have to gain by spinning a web of lies? Spinning a web of unnatural life to set the balance is more within my ken dear sister, and the other is yours. But, 'speaking hypothetically, of course' you ask if it were to come to a battle with me on one side and the other two on the other where would my loyalties lie? Clearly by asking such a question you honestly know very little of me. Regardless of whether such an event would be possible, and I were to be pitched against my siblings, I wouldn't be on the battlefield. My role is to take care of what comes after, nothing more and nothing less."

He pauses for a moment and clicks his fingers, causing all the undead within the room crumble to dust around them. All save one, to whom he hands his now empty glass.

"I punish the souls of the dead, the living matter little to me sister. Oh. And one last thing, I judge every soul for its wrongs when it passes into my court. I trawl their lives, their very existence to find everything for them to be weighed up and found wanting. And while lying usually varies between noble and horrific, but it always errs on the side of darkness. So when my own sister tries lying to my face, she may want to remember that committing an act that I spend most of my time searching for it is rather easy to spot. May you have better luck with the others."

He slowly encases himself in shadows once more as his armour twists and becomes covered in spikes. Till at last only his smiling face remains, and he parts with one last sentence before vanishing from the chambers of Nemesis.

I bid you farewell Corallium, I'm sure you have much to do before this day is done."

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You know but half of the tale brother. You know what I'm doing but not the why and is that not what is truly important after all? Is the cause of any action not paramount to the action itself? Grant me a moment brother, let me tell you of the future I offer. Please..."

He looked at the somewhat degenerate thing that Revan was becoming, and the sorrow in his heart grew moment by moment. Yet for all his sadness at these events, they were tempered by a slowly burning rage that his sibling would dare to unleash these primordial creatures upon Lorgraine.

"You know I cannot condone their release... We chained them here for all time and that is how we agreed they would stay. We swore they would never see the light of day." He moves carefully towards Revan, his face twisted in a dark frown. His eyes flicker with a dull glimmer of emotion. "I will grant you your moment but I ask you to be brief."