Michael
„No... Just... Memories. Thats all. Painful memories." *She wondered weather to just turn him to ash. She could take on a witch covern. He alone would most likely stand no chance. A simple spell would most likely be enough to utterly obliterate him, turning him to ash blown away by the wind and soon to be forgotten. But she remembered that from violence could only sprout more violence. She relaxed breathing out as the glim in her hand went extinguished, her rage no longer feeding it with mana. She forced herself to smile as she turned back to the man* „your people killed my mother."
Tony
He sighs solemnly, "For what it is worth, you have my condolences." He says, his hand moving to his chest and clutchign his amulet of Arkay, "A life lost is always a shame." His voice is calm and sorrowful, "I will not ask about the circumstance, nor will I make excuses or place blame."
Michael
„Not much. My mother was a saint. Would you attack me just from knowing I practice Witchcraft?" *She asked tears appearing in the corners of her eyes. She didnt want to but the bottled up rage and Imagined conversations she had in the bathtub sprouted from her like a waterfall* „Do you even care for the person you designate a witch?! Do your lot truly care for whom youre fighting? Or do you just attack anything that bears even a splinter of the daedric influence?!"
Tony
His face still has the sorrowfull expression, "I would not. So long as you leave the sacred dead alone. I hold different values than the other Vigilants. I favor talking to those the Vigilants would declare their enemies." He says, "Witchcraft is dangerous, and many witches are real threats to the safety of civilians. But witches are still people, and they are deserving of mercy."