<em>"Which derives the greatest enjoyment - the screaming of lost hope or one that lays itself willingly upon the altar?  You seem to admire the former most of all, though I admit a simple pleasure in the latter."</em>A dry chuckle.<em>"It is certainly a more expedient path than the one you choose.  Though far be it from me to disallow you your pleasures.  We all have our..."</em>A pause, as Silence considered his words.<em>"Quirks."</em><br/><br/>The Daybreak considered this parcel of information that Scarlet gave him, reminded of the benefits her sacred communion with the Neverborn conferred upon her.  He was cognizant of their sweet whispers as he neared her presence, mindful of just what she could bring to bear if she so wished.<em> "So quick to get rid of me?  Your indulgences, after all, are so hard to conceal, and they will likely be more... pliable, were I to confer with them on a personal level."</em>He stepped near, smelling sweet blood on her skin, the scream of soulsteel clattering and plucking against her flesh.<em>"So you shall remain here, amongst your holy followers, whilst I brave orihalcon and Solar ire?  Your confidence in my capabilities bolsters my hope in a swift and sure end to those that stand against us."  </em>