Urudal nodded to the explanation, but he knew that Ilion was justifying his actions.  Urudal had meant that there was more to the young man  and as Ilion was trying to explain why he didn't kill him it was only proving his point that there was more.  It wasn't just that Ilion claimed to need Urudal to get a ship up and running, which might be true.   He bent over and shook out his wet hair, then pulled it back off his face again, tying it up in a knot.  "You are right. No good at all."<br/><br/>He smiled over at Ilion. Even fully clothed he wanted to touch him. Urudal drew in a long deep breath, causing his massive chest to swell even more, then he slowly breathed it out.  He had killed when he needed to, or when they were too dangerous to take in alive.  He pondered on that a moment, was that the same thing?  He didn't exactly enjoy killing people, not the way a monster would.  He enjoyed the winning, watching them surrender, but more than anything, the chase.  Urudal knew that he didn't have to do any of that in order to survive, but without excitement, life wouldn't be worth it at all.   "Yes. We go. "   Did Ilion think that he was some sort of monster for taking his revenge?<br/><br/>Urudal started walking along with Ilion, but he was slightly slower than before.  The pain was starting to settle in even if it took a while to get there and the drugs weren't helping a ton.  Getting cleaned and stitched up felt good, but it also created a dull throbbing ache that was starting to grow.  He wouldn't say anything about it and would continue to ignore it, but the return pace was noticeably slower.