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I sat with Pantheon a while, talking little but saying more with our silence. We eventually parted ways as we reentered the city later in the day, His mood had improved somewhat though I knew it would take more than words and several turns of the moon to see any sight of the old Pantheon again. A piece of myself was shattered knowing that we would not truly be brothers again until Tryndamiere was gone for good. I thought to go see Ajax but he was undoubtedly having fun with his friends, something I did not wish to interrupt, Aiyana was most likely in private talks with Usha and the others while Sabrina still busy with council matters as I had not seen any of the others as I had made my back toward the palace. I let myself wonder and soon found myself in a most unexpected room. Picars hidden study. I paced around the room, inspecting all the artworks, tapestry's, running my finger along the rows of books relevant to the gods and more specifically Tempos. Several heavily locked cases showing off various weapons that proved ineffective against the essence of a god but still extremely powerful and dangerous in their own rights. Looking around there was probably enough magic, curses, and chaos within this room to bring down an empire. Shame we could use none against the corruption, they were weapons of evil and would only serve the corruptions purpose.

I had taken a seat in what used to be my chair before the large desk that dominated one side of the room, I remembered sitting here with the others listing closely as Picar told us of missions and tasks we were given. A great commander, the greatest I had known, to take nothing away from Sabrina but were he still here now I feel the corruption would be hiding from us not the other way around. But we should be grateful to have Sabrina, she understood war almost as well as the Giants but also had the clarity to know peace and what can bring about both. I was so lost in my memories of Picar that I nearly did not notice Tryndamiere moving around the desk and about to take a seat in Picars chair. My head shot up and that was a look in my eyes as I spoke slowly and deadly calm to him. "Touch that seat and your reign of God of War will be shorter than you had hoped." It was one of the very few times he had heard a threat directed at him that he knew could be fulfilled. After a moments pause he decided to think better of it and perched on the tables edge and looked down at me with inquisitive eyes, I could feel him probing at my mind and allowed his the knowledge he desired, my memories of Picar.

After a while Tryndamiere let out a long whistle. "You all did some fucked up shit didn't ya?! I mean I've done my fair share of bad and evil but that guy knew his stuff." I shook my head gentle. "You only see the necessary evil that was done, the sacrifice of a single life to save hundreds, sometimes thousands and each on sacrificed died with hope in their hearts. More than you can say for any of your victims." He let out a low laugh. "True, but at least they knew what was coming when I was there. I maybe have killed them, but at least I left their souls alone." I could not respond to that because he was right, and I had felt similar the first time I'd seen it. I suddenly wished I had Aiyana in my arms, I needed the comfort of her with me. I had forgotten how daunting some emotions could be.