Horgus looks at Lysia intently for a minute. "Clearly I have misjudged you. I should know that what you see doesn't always match the soul. You have my apologies. I am willing to listen to such reason and delay the decision for now, although my offer still stands. Your tactical suggestion is... interesting, but I can see the merit to it. We'll find a way to make it work."<br/><br/>"You," he says, wheeling on Lydia, "however, are being just as condescending as you accuse me of being. I do not buy my ways out of my duties, nor do omit or twist the truth. When I say we need those documents, I me we need them. And just so I am clear, by we, I mean anyone who is still alive up there."<br/><br/>"Am I a saint? No. But I believe in the justice of our cause and I will not stand to see many more people die from plague, starvation and a lack of medical supplies from other cities. I am willing to listen to reason, and yes, I do want to get myself out of the line of fire, because this is not my first time coming face to face with demons, but I don't want it to be my last. And by the way, I've spent my life since childhood fight these nightmares, my way, which if I don't miss my mark, means I've been doing this longer than you've been alive. I know where I am needed and its not on the battlefield. So take your holier-than-thou attitude and shove it back up your ass."<br/>