"I suppose that is for the majority to decide," spoke the Reaper, in response to Atma's questions. His tone was almost condescending as he continued; "I have my doubts that those gathered would feel..<span style="font-style: italic">secure..</span>following Death into war. There are not often beings of any nature left standing once I enter a battle; fury and strife can only be controlled to such an extent." As Death spoke, he shut his eyes and leaned back against Omen, which only shifted ever so slightly under his weight, despite the fact that the weapon was no more than a few inches into the ground.<br/><br/>"I have no intention of harming any of you, regardless of what you might think of me, but make no mistake; I am<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>'choosing sides,' as you might think it. I protect only the natural ebb and flow of this, and all, worlds, and any who may threaten it are those who may be considered my foes. Such is the nature of your current struggle; demonkind has no claim to this realm, and your plight is justified because of it. However, should the tables one day turn, and you are the ones claiming ownership over that which is not yours, my blade would not hesitate in cutting you down. Until then, you have nothing to fear from me."<br/><br/>He let the words sink in for a few moments before continuing. "Well then, I suppose I'll pass the training onto Sam; one of you give her the message, whenever she might return." A few of the rookies looked around at those words, surprised at the absence of the female Hunter, who had been there only minutes before. "As for myself, I will continue to assist in the survival of the Human race until further notice, but on my own terms, and I shan't bother you anymore. Unless.." he added after a moment of pause, his eyebrow raising slightly. "..There are objections to my leaving?"