Angoth smiled a bit "take as much time as you want for that opinion, if you need to give it, or need anything else, I'll be on the lower deck, giving the rats some company. Fair well, Leithanien" He said backing away allowing her to talk to Atmos, still a little proud he was able to say her name.<br/><br/>He had wanted a nice place to nap, be alone, and gather his thoughts. With hope, the lower decks where they probably keep any cargo and supplies would be just the place.<br/><br/>He had made his way down to the lower decks, and sat peacefully on one a crate. Thinking that he was finally alone, and even if not completely miles away from any probable threat, he had removed the top part of his armor. He looked down on his own body, with mixed feelings of pride for his healthy toned body, and at the same time, shame and regret.  He naturally had many scars on his body, which he didn't really care about as they were almost like trophies too him. One scar haunted him though, a cruel reminder as what he left behind. It was large and he went straight down his chest.<br/><br/>He examined his sword on his lap.  He laughed a bit, he felt like a constant contradiction. This sword was his prized possession, yet it was the weapon that caused the scar that he regrets so much.<br/><br/>