There were strange dynamics at play here, relationships, occurrences, and undefined existences that Everos did not understand-- things that had been obviously presented to him, and had been contemplated, but were even less understood after consideration. There was little thinking could do for him, past this point. Anyhow, the facts had been considered moments after they occurred, what Everos reflected on was his speech. Truthfully, public speaking was a weakness for him, but he was prepared for this.<br/><br/>When the man opened his eyes, he looked to Damion Grey, the unproclaimed leader of this group. It would seem to him that the Thief felt he held all of the power, but accepted the law of the older man. The woman who sat only inches from him was the most confusing here, and the most distracting. Her scent attempted to consume and clutter most of his mind, but the unimportant thoughts were forcefully rejected. The only relevant information concerning the woman was her obvious affiliaton with Damion Grey, but it was unlikely her word would truly affect Everos's situation for the better. If the fire crawling through his shoulder were to stop, it would be unequivocally by the word of Damion Grey. Thus, it was this man Everos addressed.<br/><br/>"Damion Grey, my death would be infinitely more unfortunate for you than it would be for me. I am but the forerunner of a campaign for your life, the single ray of light that flashes at dawn to prepare the world for the all blinding power of the sun. If you kill me, my body and mind will rest, but yours will not. You will be hunted like an animal, suspecting, but never sure of your predator. Your days will be agonizingly fearful as you experience and continue to expect more men like me, entire armies. Not only will they come for you, they will come for everyone you associate with," Everos took another breath softly, staring into the eyes of Damion Grey, "Perhaps you will live today, but for how long can you survive? How long can those around you survive the wrong decision? I assure you, if you lay dying from this, you will not regret the loss of your breath, but the blood of your friends that decorates your life. The questions are not for me. I can afford my own death, but can you?"