<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">He growled, turning to Kineas, "I'd holster your tongue boy if you want to negotiate. Slinging insults is not a way to disarm a man."<br/><br/>His eyes flashed a moment when he laid them on Kineas, "You are most definitely not one to play up your own innocence in this place. You are closer to darkness than I am."<br/><br/>He looked to the pirate, "beauty... Such a superficial label... If you speak the truth, and this is not my world, then you would do best to change your ignorant tone. In my world, nice clothes, beautiful halls, elegant masquerades, are luxuries only the rich are allowed. They are oppressors, they don't carry weapons, they just pay people who do to make sure no one else harms them. They have the riches to arm their homes with turrets and dark magics, and they pretend that they are the victims of the 'lower class'. That we would kill them because we are beasts and monsters. You may look at my mask and my horns and my magic and see a monster, something 'not beautiful', but where I am from, the only way to know a monster is in your midst is to see the signs of riches."<br/><br/>He turned back to Kineas, "sometimes, real monsters, hide in obscurity... That's why I chose to gain my power from the darkest fiends, as it is only when you are seeped in darkness that you truly know what you are fighting, and what you are fighting for."<br/><br/>He placed his gun back in its holster, "I prepared myself to die not 10 minutes ago, when I gathered an army to slaughter the upper class. They must have sent me here because they feared I would succeed. The truly fearsome amongst men are not those who fight for their lives, but those who are willing to give them to succeed. I will play along with this charade for now, but do not think I will be so easily fooled. If you believe the people here are as innocent as you say, I would suggest you give me no further reason to feel that they aren't."<br/></span>