"You want me to train you when you're not even strong enough to look your enemy in the eyes?" he responded, a hint of disgust in his voice. "You don't even trust your own strength." He shook his head, pushing his chair back and standing up from the table.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat, attempting to gain the attention of the room. "I have some bad news, everyone. War is coming.. and believe me when I say that<span style="font-style: italic">none of you</span>are ready for it." He paced around the room, pausing to let his words sink in. "We have a confirmed nineteen High Silencers preparing an army, with the specific intention of wiping every single one of you out. I don't know how many of you have faced a Silencer before, but they are NOT a threat to be underestimated. It would likely take half a dozen of you as you are now to pose a threat to even one of them. As things stand, NONE of us will survive." This last sentence was punctuated further by him slamming a fist into a table. He waited a few moments, and began speaking again. "But things are far from over. I know you. I've seen you fight. You ARE a force to be reckoned with, and with the proper training, I know for a<span style="font-style: italic">fact</span>you will live to see the sun rise, on the day this battle finally ends." Once again, there were a few seconds of silence before he continued again. "Any one of you that's interested in surviving this, meet me here tomorrow, bright and early. You bring your strengths.. And I'll show you the skill to wield them." He walked toward the door leading above ground, stopping briefly by Sam and speaking just loud enough for only her to hear him; "Don't tell me you're worth my time.<span style="font-style: italic">Show</span>me." With that, he stepped through the doors, returning to the surface, and disappearing into the shadows.