Snippet #2620740

Durandel managed to catch his breath long enough to not be so annoyed. He then looked around still quite unsure what's going on, or where he is. Still it could be worse he supposes, although he wished Nova was more responsive to him. After all, he did ask him quite a few questions. Still he was a bit relieved when Nova spoke, but only to complain about him biting down on him and getting burnt. "Well I'm sorry that we don't all run cold like you do." Durandel spoke offhandedly. He then glared at Nova after his next comment. "Why no, of course not!" He shouted. "Whatever you think I had to do with that mess back there, you better unthink it! I had no idea that we would be attacked by my own cousins!!" He barked off to the side of them. He then began to pace around again, becoming more agitated.

"No, no, it was because of that damnable Ephraim!" He shouted. "I knew he was a Promethean, I just knew it!" He shouted with sureness. "He felt threatened by us and my plan, because he knew that if I succeeded that it would turn everyone against his precious idol! And no he couldn't have that now could he!? Ezra was right, the system is messed up!" He shouted again as more heat rose off his body. He then looked towards Nova. "Look, we still need to follow through with the plan, we can't allow them to get away with this." Durandel spoke in a more calm tone. "I don't know about you but we need to find our way back and put an end to this madness." Durandel spoke as he began to look around. "Curses, I wish I knew where we are." He muttered.