Icarus watched as the gods talked among themselves while simultaneously trying to zone out the bickering of the knightly looking man and the angry sounding woman. He caught a few snippets of their conversation, something about 'dragons and being brought back', but chiefly he was staring intently at the group of three supposed deities in front of him. 'Are they really what they appear to be?' he asked himself inwardly as he tried to remain calm. He remembered watching an illusionist preform at a festival when he was a child. There were many ways to make people believe that what they were being shown or what they were experiencing was real... this could be a very elaborate illusion. 'What if...' his thoughts were cut off abruptly as he heard a shrieking scream followed by a sickening thud.<br/><br/>At first, he thought that what he was looking at was something else. He didn't know what else it could possibly be, but he tried to convince himself for several seconds that it was anything but a crushed, horribly disfigured human form. He had seen Abaddon raise his hand and he put the pieces together slowly as it dawned on him just how serious of a situation he was in. He looked up from the grotesque corpse and watched as the gods continued to speak among themselves: obviously the beautiful one was extremely unhappy about the decision. He heard some sort of commotion closer to his side and glanced over to see a sultry looking woman who obviously hadn't been there several second prior. She addressed Abaddon directly, which probably wasn't good news for any of them, and she very nearly gave him the same feeling that the three deities had. He felt suddenly like a playing card, wondrously aloof and flat in a world where he was merely a tool in a grand, inexplicable game. He then wondered absently what number or face and suite he would be, then he chuckled sardonically as he remembered that they already had a joker in their midst. "I could actually die here," he whispered to himself as moved his head from his 'companions' back to the gods. The thought didn't terrify him as much as he thought it should, but he regretted not finishing several projects sooner.