Information is a component of knowledge, the most wise blade of power. Everos would not arm his enemies, even had they held a more peaceful disposition towards him. There was a necessity to this, soldier or not, betrayal was not an option.<br/><br/>When the woman in the corner spoke, returned, and spoke again, he'd been looking in her direction, but now Everos swiveled to stare into the eyes of the most obvious command. Carefully, he adjusted his position, listening intently to the man speak. Liquid fire pranced in his arm, lethargically moving with the beat of his life. The poison was inching towards his heart, this he knew. And yet, Everos felt a pain in his mind much more terrible than his most peculiar wound. There was a failing compensation in his mind, a reckoning that was breaking with list stability. It was as if the solid piece of rock from which he'd build himself had lost a piece, and was off balance. The solid platform Everos rested on within himself was shifting, and it was highly disconcerting.<br/><br/>The man took a deep breath from his sitting position, and sat up straight. The arms that he had previously rested on the ground were folded into his lap. Thus the fight for tranquility was waged. The bullet that entered his arm did not pierce anything major, no vein or artery was severed directly, though they were infected, and thus he bled very little.<br/><br/>In this situation he was weaker than most. It felt as if his body was failing him. The man had not lied. But, these strange beings were dangerously mistaken if they believed he fought battles with his body.<br/><br/>Everos closed his eyes when the man finished speaking.