Brooke
"Everyone fears for their life at one point or another. I've only ever experienced someone wanting death a handful of times, most tend to scream, cry.. *Beg*." Faelyth shrugged a bit, a devilish and downright twisted look in her eyes, but she understood the man's words. It was obvious he was into the darker side of things and life, same as Faelyth. Tilting her head down his way, she began to rack her brain for what he was or what he did in his life. A murderer? Perhaps. Thievery seemed above him.. Perhaps a curse like lycanthropy or vampirism? There was something about him that drew Faelyth in, but she simply couldn't place what it was.

"What do I hold most dear?" Faelyth smiled a bit at the question, as it truly wasn't something she thought about all too much. "I don't have much to hold other than my life, but like you, I've accepted it should it end. I simply cannot afford to be afraid of death with what I do for work. Sure I look for souls to join *Our* Cause, but we have plenty as it is." Faelyth shrugged once more, though when he spoke once more, the dark elf raised an eyebrow curiously. "Sounds like paradise. Couldn't you just get that when you one day pass and recieve your final judgement from Viviana? Caelum is paradise for those of pure hearts, you know." Faelyth mocked the idea of course, made apparent by the way she spoke about the afterlife, Goddess of Life and heaven, Caelum.

"Bunch of crap if you ask me. Caelum is for the holier than thou aasimar, but the rest of us? To Infernum with us. I'd much rather hang with Ygdramen, woudln't you?" The way Faelyth spoke so informally about the gods was a bit strange, almost as if Ygdramen was an old friend, and Viviana wasn't.
Ruby
*He chuckled as the conversation shifted from each other to the afterlife.* "I don't believe all the afterlife rubbish myself. Everyone has their own morals, their own view of right and wrong. Everyone is good in their own minds. What some find unacceptable is completely normal for others. So who is right in the end? The overly zealous servant of the gods, or the person who was doing what they believed was good and alright the entire time? The idea that the Gods say who is good and who is evil, regardless of context and personal upbringing, and their own moral code, is preposterous. Either the Gods have no power or they are massive hypocrites." *He chuckled, clearly finding the idea of the gods preposterous. Who said that they make the rules, why should life subject themselves to their rule, when they were nothing but arbitrary hypocrites?*

"I probably will go to Infernum just for saying that, but to be honest only proves my point. I believe it to be true, so they would be punishing truth right? I honestly couldn't care less about the Gods." *He leaned back in his chair, chuckling and smiling, his deep red eyes shining in the dim candlelight. To Infernum with the Gods he seemed to say.*
Brooke
"Oh, but how quickly people will change if it means their life is in the balance. If you've never seen a righteous man plead for his life by swearing fealty to a god he believes is evil, oh." Faelyth closed her eyes, giggling to herself at the thought. "While I do believe the gods exist, there's only one who I choose to spend time pledging myself to, and I'm sure I don't need to tell you who that is, dear friend." Tilting her head, Faelyth rolled onto her back, allowing her neck and head to hang upside down against the bookshelf as she peered down over the elf. He was a curious being, and if the Sisterhood allowed men, she'd recruit him if she could manage to.

Twisting back onto her stomach, the dark elf rested her chin onto her hand, her feet up and kicking slow and gently, almost like a child. Faelyth was a strange one, there was no doubt about it. "So, since we're telling each other all our dirty secrets-" Faelyth's eyes seemed to shimmer with curiosity as they met the elf's, a smile forming and visible even under her mouth covering. "-what are you *Really* Here researching?"
Ruby
"Exactly my point. What power do the Gods have judging people's lives. Either they are powerless, with people themselves choosing their morals, or they are hypocrites, condemning actions that some view as good just because it is the slightest moral grey from an outsider's perspective. And then there are people with conflicting morals. Why do they get to decide who's right and wrong? Am I right?"

*He thought for a few seconds, rubbing his chin. His lips curled into a sneering grin, something still off about it.* "The dark secret isn't what I'm researching," *He sneers, chuckling menacingly,* "But why I'm researching it. Are you sure you want to know? It might be a bit much, even to a hardened assassin such as yourself. And I don't want you blabbing off about it. You don't seem that type, but you haven't exactly been trustworthy either."