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Lilith Denova

"Survive and Fight. Let those be your Lessons."

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a character in “Before the Fall”, originally authored by SilverInk, as played by RolePlayGateway



Name: 'Madam' Lilith Denova

Age: 26




Appearance: Tall, blonde and utterly unapproachable is the three words that would describe this fiery solider. At around 5,7 with a sturdy build meant for combat instead of dainty silks. Her eyes are cold blue color that seem to be in a constant state of alertness like a powder keg just waiting for the right spark. Her hands are calloused from years of combat training with minor scars from blades, knives and even the rouge kitchen knife after an argument. A constant frown seems to mar her pale face although given her position is not exactly stress free.

One distinctive feature that makes her stand out in a typical military outfit is her potentially dangerous hair length as well as the scar over her left eye. Her hair reaches just to the small of her back. The length of it would assume it can be extremely problematic when it comes to luring in Titans with its glossy shine...insanity is a word that comes to mind. Yet, its true purpose is to distract with its volume and draw attention away from her eyes, in particular the eye constantly covered by its length. Pink scar tissue covers her eye, irritated flare-ups can happen if her blood pressure raises too much. These flare-ups can have some effects on her abilities in combat as the damaged skin can swell resulting in limited vision out of that eye.

Despite her harsher exterior, there are times when she can be quite civilized and not wanting to beat-down morons. In fact her face can be quite pleasant if a smile graces her face..although said smile could be due to punishing it doesn't really count. Her out of uniform clothes are quite eye-catching as well consisting of a large fur-lined coat covering much of her body in its wrap. Underneath is a dark blue dress..nothing too distracting in comparison to the coat. However, her constant accessory of a long walnut cane with the handle being brass is something to watch out for as it isn't just for show..

Personality: Unshakable and hot-headed are either her greatest assets or biggest flaw depending on her course of action and who's option you are soliciting. Her calm composure in combat is ideal for a leader who is needed to give orders and make the necessary sacrifices of her loyal comrades. Although this mask is easily shattered in private as her own demons of her past come creeping up in the silence. Despite being a talented tactician and military leader, her management of nobles and politicians is less graceful resulting many a broken mirror and or poor soul's broken nose after dealing the government circus. Still her drive to obtain their respect keeps her coming back for more.

Among the few that she is closest true, her harsher demeanor softens ever so slightly. Her smiles are less strained as the mask of a fearless leader is lowered ever so slightly. Although the drawback to this is the potential torrent of abuses that can spill from her mouth after the frustrations of the day as is her temper egging her on to find a physical confrontation to take her grieves out on. What that definition of physical confrontation is depends on how much energy she is willing to expend.There is a singular topic that will either piss her off or result in an emotional meltdown that is of her past of living Underground and having to make a living as whore to survive. This fact is well-known around those she went through training with as is the ever churning rumor mill, and will openly admit if asked directly to her face.

This past profession will be freely admitted if asked directly. Those that skirt around the issue will find themselves in a mind game of sorts which will end in this Madam brutally asserting her authority one way or the other. A few unlucky souls even found themselves cornered with questions of why one would ever believe such rumors. Honesty is one trait that she respects above all else, anyone attempting to play mind games with her is quickly rooted out. Flirtatious is one of the most dangerous moods one can catch her and if its directed at you..expect pain to follow and not the good kind.


Military Evaluation

Strength: Composed under combat situations regardless of the number of casualties. Her skill as a tactician is average as anything can go wrong when it comes to fighting Titans, however she does keep several potential escape plans locked away in her mind for such events. As for her skill with the 3DMG is decent enough, although her agility and speed stats are not as high as they should be. Her true strength with the gear comes with her ferocity and accuracy with the blades used to strike down the Titans and or other humans if it comes to that.

Weakness: Her people skills are horribly incapable of judging the emotional stress a person is under. As in her answer for a solider breaking down in tears is to slug them in face and tell them to keep quiet. This direct approach can be a bit much for those not used to her temper despite her thinking that it will cost lives in combat if people wet themselves. Her determination can be called reckless at times as her position as Commander of the newly birthed Scouting Legion is one the tip of a blade as of now. If that power is retracted it will be a blow that Lilith will not recover from. Ambition is her curse that drove her from the whorehouses of the Underground into the harsh daylight of the Walls. If anyone or anything reduces that to the beginning her life will be forfeit by her own blade.


Those born in darkness always seem to carry a bit of inside of them..even in the light. That is a statement that Lilith has modeled her entire military career on ever since she arrived to the Surface all those years ago at the age of seventeen. Fragile was the appropriate word for this young girl as she found herself quickly within the recruitment ranks of the military always needing more able bodied humans to guard the Walls from the monstrous Titans just lurking beyond. Eventually the questions came from her fellow recruits inquiring of her past after all her eye wound didn't exactly happen in some happy home. So piece by piece like pulling out a splinter, her past came out in the open.

The multiple sleepless nights starving as a child in cramped room with several other families. Her father's fatal mugging of the wrong victim in an attempt to feed his starving child. Her mother's not so silent activities long after the daughter was supposed to order to bring moldy bread for food. The eventual death of the only light in her life at age of fourteen. Her heart shattered into tiny pieces and survival instincts kicked in as her body found its way into a seedy whorehouse..and she survived. Years went by without a second thought as her job became mechanical as did the girlish laughs and smiles that fell on the occasion after the sun had risen. Eventually, the hands on her flesh became too rough and she started fighting back with nails, teeth and fists. Some clients merely found it as foreplay and eventually it became dangerous to even try to buy the whore. Her ferocity became a weapon of selection as she began taking charge of who she welcomed into her bed. This new found confidence would be her undoing as the most dangerous of men have the sweetest of smiles.

The events of that night still hide in the darkest ends of her mind. The knife ripping through her bodice, the cold metal at her throat and the cold grey eyes staring down at her. Eventually the nightmare came to a finale as a harsh slap across the face raking nails across her gentlemen caller's face. The blade came down over her left eye, the hilt sticky with blood slipped from his grasp and clattered to the floor. Once again the will to survive flooded her mind as the blade found itself lodged in the man's throat, her bare feet hit the dirty streets seconds after. Murder was a crime that she couldn't she fled at the age of seventeen with only one thing on her mind. Escape.

Who would have thought the Escape would lead to her mocking namesake 'Madam' turning into a title of grudging respect with a hint of delicious fear. Her determination to survive transferred to excellent skills in the military as gradually her rank rose to that of Squad Captain at the tender age of twenty-six. Six months after that an idea came to her mind..for humanity to escape the makeshift cages that were the Walls..a small squad was gathered, all relatively experienced solders..aside from a smart-ass Reiji by the name of Reigi. The plan was simple to scale the walls and slowly start mapping out the areas beyond as quickly and safety as possible. It was a Scouting Mission of sorts..that went horribly wrong before it even began. Now their fates await the courtroom as does the possible hangman's noose.

'Before the Fall"

So begins...

Lilith Denova's Story

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It all began one fateful night..few Garrison soldiers slummed around a local tavern as the Walls were quiet as ever. A surprised shout came from one of less intoxicated soldier as the keening noise of 3DMG steam being released broke the stillness of the once typical evening. Moments later a flock of hooded soldiers flew gracefully as possible. Graceful doesn't always mean silence it seemed as a stern voice snarled out orders as one hooded figure slammed harshly into a home.

"You idiot! Pay attention this is not a training session. Damnit Reigi why exactly did you get on your knees and beg for my humble self to let you on this mission!" The scolding figure had a feminine tone despite possibly breaking the peaceful dreams of citizens, who stuck out curious heads at the noise. Another blustered voice "Don't just stand there you drunks! After them, we were not given warning of training protocols tonight!" came after the female as the captain who was supposed to be on watch noisily spewed out his drink as the hooded figures climbed the Wall inch by inch.

Eventually the group reached the peak of the Wall, the vast outside world miles below and beyond them. "Ma'am. We may have warned a few Garrisons members. Please keep casualties to a minimum, and by that I mean none of coarse. I do not want to fill out paperwork if we get caught." The young adult remarked as he quickly picked up the pace, striving to evade any time-consuming misinterpretations. A huff of air came from the supposed leader as a calloused hand gripped the hood of the young speaker, icy blue eyes furious "Paperwork! Bloody paperwork is what you are worried about Reigi! Not our heads..if we...". The leader's furious rant was cut off at the screeching sound of metal leaving its casing as it seemed for once one of the squads in Garrison was doing their job that evening. WATCHING THE WALL! The air filled with scent of gunpowder as a bullet zipped passed the group, narrowly missing. A shaking youth who had fired the shot called out "Halt! Lower your hoods or we will be forced to shoot!"

Reigi clicked his tongue as he traced the path of the round, starting at the the barrel of the rifle, and finally ending embedded within cobblestone. "See? Per example, these guys will have to fill in paperwork pertaining to their damaging of the wall. Oh, look out!" He called out as he lurched back from another round, "They shoot, then they warn us?! Make sure we find some pupils who are at least two times as competent as these lackeys." The female let out a small laugh before lowering her hood slowly revealing a shock of blonde hair "Define competence Reigi..forgive a whore for being able to comprehend such a vast dialect". One of the blonde's fellows opened his mouth before retrieving a blow to face with a cane, blood dripping off the wood "Rhetorical question..Cadet Finn...Now if you kind boys would allow us to pass.".

The shaken youth merely shook his head with an affirmative no, as a strong hand clasped his shoulder as a mustachioed captain barked out "Squad Captain Denova, what in blazes are you doing! This is in direct violation of Section two.five...-" The boy quickly raised his hand, cutting the man off mid-sentence. The act itself failed to fit the theme, given the detrimental situation they were in, "Well, actually, it's also part of Verse Six of Section Seven, as well as Verse Three of Section Twelve... And a few others... I should stop talking, shouldn't I, Lilith?" The boy asked his commander innocently, uneasily rubbing the back of his neck. Lilith merely ran a tried hand through the younger's head, pulling on his hair slightly before deadpanning "Yes. Please save it that bullshit for the trial..and that paperwork you will be doing..".

Several clicks of muskets broke the moment as several Garrison soldiers surrounded the five man squad. Well four considering one was currently on the ground dazed from the blow.."This was an act of Freedom..not defiance. We do surrender and demand a trial to explain ourselves..Oh apologies to your squad". The captain merely twitched in anger at the sarcastic statement before snarling "Don't just stand there you idiots! Clasp these traitors in irons!". A few unlucky souls managed to get struck in the gut by a rouge cane all the while a distressed Reigi attempted to calm his irate Commander.

So these are the Wings of Freedom. Days passed after the infamous capture of the rouge squad, still rumors flew in barracks of those words and that attempt of so-called Freedom.

Court-martial..a word that can send even the bravest men shaking in their boots. Those effected by it are dead men walking when it comes to those who go AWOL especially with military property. Think of the chaos that would come about if criminals and scum got their hands on the 3DMG. All these were scalding arguments as the two leaders of the failed "Wings of Freedom" incident were prostrated before the court. A grizzly-looking judge' grey eyes raked over the duo before speaking "You! Squad Captain Lilith Denvova and Sergeant Reigi Taku are being charged with the crimes of unlawful operation of military gear, trespassing...".

His eyes connected with the blues of Lilith before drawling out the last word "Assault on a Cadet your hands Miss Denova." A shrill voice came from the crowded courtroom in the public section "Do not forget the disruption of the peace! One of those idiots broke one of my windows on my house! Don't you bigwigs teach your lackeys how to operate that flanged gear!". The slamming of a mallet halted the rant as the judge called for order. "Since this is a trial, I am required by the power invested in ask this. How do you plea?". There were a few swears of disgust at the facade of the trail..clearly the ringleaders were guilty. The silence was broken as a boisterous voice echoed from the stands "See here maggots! This is what happens when you break our laws! DO NOT BREAK THE LAWS OR I WILL..!". The voice belonged to one Drill Sergeant Wilson who had decided to take his graduating recruits on a 'Field Trip' of the joys of the military court.

Once again the grizzled judge called for order with a narrow glare at the..eager drill sergeant.."This trial will resume by this afternoon. You are dismissed...Take them away". A pair of bailiffs roughly escorted the duo away as the Drill Sergeant barked out "Now discuss the meanings on this trail as part of your assignment. Don't give me any lip of your 'graduation' I still own your worthless hides until this day is over!"

There were those within the pile of recruits that had heard of the rumors. The message that the doomed squad had attempted to start. Now if only something would change the clearly guilty verdict..a change in fate?

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Character Portrait: Raphael Leroy Character Portrait: Reigi Taku Character Portrait: Lilith Denova Character Portrait: Leon Meritt Character Portrait: Kael Skye
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The cells of the courthouse was as damp and unwelcome as ever, although not vacant like normal. A man appeared to be attempting to catch some dreams before facing his own trail..or the hangman's noose. Regardless the noisy protest of the metal cells and muttered insults dripping from their jailer's mouth would make such an opportunity impossible. Lilith merely smirked as her eyes caught the emblem of the other captive's somewhat shabby attire, "Seems the higher ups are not shying away from herding back their sheep, don't you agree Reigi? I must admit, I haven't heard anything about new friend here. I wonder what his story is?". Her questions were answered by the loud clang of a baton on the cells as the gruff guard growled out "Keep your nose out of other people's business. 'Sides this pup here is a deserter apparently none too bright given his rambling about the Outside...".

The smirk on Lilith's face merely widened at the mention before directing her attention at shabby stranger "So my friend..were you perhaps one the shyer supporters of our little group?" . Gesturing to herself and a silent Reigi who knowing her young friend was prepping a mighty speech for his fight for freedom. Unfortunately, it seemed that the courts were against them and would hear their testimonies individually, politics and flowery prose was not Lilith's strong point. In fact her heart began to speed up slightly at the thought of having to fight figuratively for her life..for once not with physical action. Running a hand through her hair out of habit as the trio sat together in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The sounds broke the silence of steps coming down to the cells as the head guard merely grunted in acknowledgment of the two newcomers. Spring chickens given the nervous, but curious expressions on the trainee's face as the guard rumbled out "Right you two brats just stand watch while I escort her Highness to the court..Don't you go making nice with this lot either. Worthless traitors the lot of them, if I had it my way I would string them up no questions asked".

The jingling of keys and the cold clamps of the shackles were placed on Lilith's hand as the woman's face betrayed no emotion. Her eyes widened with slight surprise as the appearance of the cadet's was interesting to say the least. A chuckle escaped her as green hair was the rarest sight in the city. Was it dyed or natural? All these questions occupied her mind until the loud and condemning doors of the courtroom broke the train of questions. Her judge was the same from the hearing, now if that was a positive or negative was in the dark. The courtroom was much less crowded now that the initial excitement had died down in the public at least until the verdict was read. Only a few officials stood by including a nervous-looking Finn, his Lieutenant and a complete stranger, clearly military by the looks of it. The banging of a gavel silenced the few bits of side-chatter as the bearded judge cleared his throat and read the charges.

"Squad Captain Lilith Denvova, this is your chance to defend yourself in the eyes of the jury. Are you prepared to answer any questions regarding this matter?". The blonde merely nodded a silent yes as the judge continued rambling "Then, please Miss Denvova by all means present your defense without the shackles if you please". The guard grumbled as the restraints came unlocked as the blonde cleared her throat "Your Honor, my acts of treason are being viewed as an arrogant and selfish act. However, my main purpose is pure and for the good of humanity. We as the protectors of the weak need to keep moving forward in hopes of changing this bleak present we find ourselves in. Humanity cannot cower in fear when there is a chance for progress!". The entire speech was boldly spoken, despite the faint tremor in Lilith's hands remained long after her words.

The judge's face remained passive, but jotted down a few notes on the paper before him before turning his attention to the nervous Finn and rumbled out "Cadet Finn. Your acts of treason are being reduced in exchange for your testimony. Will you please stand and give your statement and your involvement with the accused?" Cold blue eyes locked into the pale green ones of her former comrade in arms as the man stood "Miss Denvova, was the leader of the attempt and she..persuaded me...through means I care not to mention." A sharp intake of breath came from Lilith as her hands clenched before hissing out "If you are implying I seduced you to join my cause. Then state it bluntly you traitorous bastard!". The nervous man cringed and stepped a bit closer to his bodyguard before squeaking out "I just meant, her actions in the past have not always been in the best morals..given her history..". His words came out as the end as a yelp of pain as a fist collided with his face by a furious Lilith who was quickly restrained by the guard.

Blood flowed freely from Finn's nose even onto his bodyguard before howling out "You crazy bitch! You deserve whatever happens to you, goddamn whore." There was brief struggle as Lilith thrashed in an effort to be released from her guard's hold "This is why I hate spineless cowards like you. The second things aren't bloody sunshine and rainbows..eunuchs like this moron bleat for mercy. What exactly will happen if Titans ever do break through the Walls! We need a plan to keep progressing as a society. I speak only for the good of Humanity, and my temper is a flaw I must bare with on my own. But please believe me, I did form the Wings of Freedom with just that in mind. To be free from the fear of Titans." A bitter smile appeared on her face "Even when I first emerged from the Underground and saw the wide open sky for the first time..I knew I had to be there to protect it. Either as a whore or a solider, I hold onto that promise..". Her head bowed in exhaustion as her emotions flowed freely as her fate was pondered over by the judge. After a minute words came from the elder "Thank you for your defense Miss Denvova. As for your current actions against Cadet Finn, they shall be stricken from the record due to the irrelevant attack on your character...".

As quickly as it occurred, the hearing had ended with a single dismissive wave from the judge. The cold damp greeted her body like a lover would sinking through her clothes as the pair descended back into the cells. An unusually quiet Lilith merely sat on her cot and leaned against the wall with tightly shut eyes. Would these cells halt her wish for freedom?

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Character Portrait: Raphael Leroy Character Portrait: Reigi Taku Character Portrait: Lilith Denova Character Portrait: Leon Meritt
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Right you two brats just stand watch while I escort her Highness to the court..Don't you go making nice with this lot either. Worthless traitors the lot of them, if I had it my way I would string them up no questions asked. Said Wilson to the two cadets, Raphael was taken aback by the relative "gentleness" of the training Sergeant. She noted the arrival of the judge and entourage and understood that even Wilson had to keep his voice down sometimes, he certainly did not look happy so the Leroy decided she would make his unhappiness her point of sunshine for the day.

Tom however seemed to want nothing more then to pass this experience without being seen, however even he could not fight his own curiosity once the hearing began. Raphael quietly nudged him, trying to reinforce her comrade's confidence in what was after all a situation of her creation and responsibility. Tom nodded slowly and seemed to relax a bit.

Whatever Raphael expected from this hearing, this wasn't it. Though the judge's entourage was quite judgmental and vocal about it like Wilson, the judge seemed neutral, though the Leroy suspected it was just 'the act' of the profession. What really took Raphael aback where the words of the 'traitor'.

My main purpose is pure and for the good of humanity.We as the protectors of the weak need to keep moving forward in hopes of changing this bleak present we find ourselves in.

Was this an attempt of the accused to save herself and her comrades from the gallows?

Was this just an act?

What did it even matter!? These people where going to die, painfully and dishonorably. Their tender necks would snap against the rope just like their politics before eager crowds which would shout and jeer at them for their trouble. Several Leroy's had met the rope since... the event... so long ago.

Such was the order of things, thought Raphael pulling herself out of the uncomfortable chain of thought. The idealists where condemned to be forever persecuted by the realists. Realism could not tolerate hope for change or the disappointment of failure. Realism was simple; protect the walls and humanity would be safe, Raphael could work with that.

Humanity cannot cower in fear when there is a chance for progress!

Fear... was that what idealists thought of the realists? Could they not see that humanity had fled the Titans for a reason? That there was no prospect of survival outside the walls? Why where they not content with living out their lives in safety or by making it safe for others?

This is why I hate spineless cowards like you. The second things aren't bloody sunshine and rainbows..eunuchs like this moron bleat for mercy. What exactly will happen if Titans ever do break through the Walls! We need a plan to keep progressing as a society.

Raphael blinked carefully as the realization dawned to her... the idealist had just become a realist, what would happen if the Titans ever broke the walls? No that was impossible... or was it? Was she just as much a coward as these men, content to live a safe life behind these walls, or was she being true to her loyalties and duties to its protection?

The hearing had ended minutes ago, but Raphael was still going through her head trying to make up her mind. She did not get the opportunity to quietly reflect as Wilson approached her and Tom with brooms, buckets and Squeegee in hand. Raphael gulped, he had been serious about those prison cleaning duties after all.

Right then maggots, you have an hour to get the main hall of this section cleaned up. Remember next time you decide to be insubordinate, you might find yourselves on the other side of the bars. Get to it!

It only took half an hour for the two of them to clean up, only the prison cells remained dirty but Raphael could hardly ask the guards to open these up and let her clean them for the sake of her perfectionist spirit.

Tom sat down, reading a book about banking as they waited for Wilson to return. Raphael thought to eat the chocolate bars she had brought with her but she didn't have an appetite. She felt herself being drawn to the prisoners, they where unlikely to ever taste the sweet dark substance again so Raphael pulled the two bars hesitantly out of her pocket hoping they hadn't melted too much.

"Um...hello, I thought you might want some chocolate, I do not have any need for it. I only have those two bars so you shall have to share them between you. You have about fifteen minutes before the guards return to this area... please return the wrappers to me once you are finished; I don't want to explain their presence to the sergeant. " Said Raphael quietly, she had actually kept track of the guards lazy patrol of the prison. The guards in the prison entrance nearby hadn't budged so far so she wasn't concerned about them.

"I hope you do not mind my asking but... did you really mean what you said to the judge? Is it even possible to survive outside the walls? Why did you go go rouge? what where you trying to accomplish? What happens.. if you are executed for your actions, who will fight for your views then?"

Raphael hadn't intended to ask so many questions, she blushed slightly embarrassed by her lack of composure and could not help but smile slightly.

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Character Portrait: Raphael Leroy Character Portrait: Reigi Taku Character Portrait: Lilith Denova Character Portrait: Leon Meritt Character Portrait: Kael Skye
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Since the moment they had taken their positions again in the courtroom, Kael had been steadily dozing off. Indoors was no place for him, put him atop the wall over civil service any day. Add the procedure and drawn-out staleness of a legal proceeding to the matter...

A sharp pinch on his shoulder brought his senses flaring back to him, accompanied by the icy glare of his lieutenant. Resuming his count of the ceiling tiles as the old men bickered and berated the woman on trial for who knew what. Soon enough, Finn stood as he was addressed and Kael watched curiously, still unknowing of why exactly Finn was here in the first place. Finn was dumb, that Kael knew from firsthand experience, but a traitor seemed a little extreme. Leaning over to his lieutenant briefly, he whispered to the man, "I didn't know being stupid was a traitorous offense..."

As much as the lieutenant tried to keep his features untouched by the comment, Kael could see the slight curl of his lips as the man tried to force his smile back down. "Go back to sleep..." the man countered. With that, Kael could only shrug, only moments before Finn went flying back, caught quickly by Kael as Finn turned and splattered blood on his uniform. Guards were on the woman instantly, pulling her away while Finn shouted back from the comfort of his position now behind Kael.

"This is why I hate spineless cowards like you. The second things aren't bloody sunshine and rainbows..eunuchs like this moron bleat for mercy. What exactly will happen if Titans ever do break through the Walls! We need a plan to keep progressing as a society. I speak only for the good of Humanity, and my temper is a flaw I must bare with on my own. But please believe me, I did form the Wings of Freedom with just that in mind. To be free from the fear of Titans."

The words made Kael stop his attempt at helping Finn retain his bearings as blood still freely flowed from his nose, instead, releasing the man completely to watch him crumble to the floor. The woman was right. Her credibility may have been tarnished at the branding of a traitor, but the logic and reason in her words--as well as the useless nonsense against her from Finn--couldn't be ignored.

The cell door clanged shut as the guard locked it and walked away, leaving Kael alone in front of Finn, iron bars separating the two. "Go ahead and laugh at me like everyone else..." Finn said quietly, sounding defeated inside his tiny cage. "All I ever wanted was t--"

"I really don't care." Kael interrupted him, his words cold. "I'm just here to make sure you got to your cell without interruption. Not to listen to your confessions. I'll get one of the priests if that's what you want." Kael pushed himself off the wall where he had been leaning and took a step back to the entrance before pausing to look at Finn over his shoulder. The man was defeated and broken, there was nothing left to be said. Kael sighed. "You may not like it, but she was right. A little more spirited, but all the same. If you believed in her just say it and take your punishment as it comes. There aren't enough humans left to drag each other down in an attempt to climb over them."

Without waiting for an answer, Kael made for the exit. He was instructed to put Finn down another branch of cells, away from the woman specifically. As he neared the exit, he found himself staring into the bleak hallway leading to the woman's cell, and then walking toward the corridor without any thought. As he neared the corner leading to the final row of cell blocks, he paused as voices echoed off the stone walls.

"....did you really mean what you said to the judge? Is it even possible to survive outside the walls? Why did you go go rouge? what where you trying to accomplish? What happens...if you are executed for your actions, who will fight for your views then?"

Kael froze at the corner, realizing it was those same questions he had meant to pose to the woman. Curiosity got the better of him and he decided he wanted to hear the answer to the question without the ability to think or evade it based on his appearance. Leaning against the wall once more, he waited.