The jolt made his vision blur. He could almost feel the fracture along the back of his skull but it healed fast enough--thanks to her. Ironic considering that she was trying to kill him now, exactly what he needed. Her surprise, however, took him by surprise. He was certain that he was riling her up by mentioning Matayas, but he had thought she would have known. He had been sure that she would have inquired into their deaths. Lothoro's brow furrowed. So the knights had told her nothing. Nothing.
They told her nothing of demons. Nothing of Amelia's demise or Matayas'? Why? To protect him of course. The oldest order within an order. It learned to survive by protecting one another. Somewhere guilt nibbled away and was pushed to the pit of darkness churning within his soul. Where had he been when they were left alone? Forsaken them. All of them.
He wanted to shake her. Wanted to tell her everything that happened that unholy night. No, those months previous. When Amelia and Matayas had lied to them. When they had gambled on winning only to lose everything.
But that would not have served his purpose.
"Well...it would seem that you are not very good at keeping paternal figures around." That was below the belt and he knew it. Threading his arms to the inside of hers he whipped his head forward into a headbutt. "However, if you miss him so much, why don't you join him in hell?" The knife came out of his waist band and cut across air toward her.
If she couldn't act the part of fighting than he would make her angry enough to fight.
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Date: 2012-01-01 04:33 am (UTC)They told her nothing of demons. Nothing of Amelia's demise or Matayas'? Why? To protect him of course. The oldest order within an order. It learned to survive by protecting one another. Somewhere guilt nibbled away and was pushed to the pit of darkness churning within his soul. Where had he been when they were left alone? Forsaken them. All of them.
He wanted to shake her. Wanted to tell her everything that happened that unholy night. No, those months previous. When Amelia and Matayas had lied to them. When they had gambled on winning only to lose everything.
But that would not have served his purpose.
"Well...it would seem that you are not very good at keeping paternal figures around." That was below the belt and he knew it. Threading his arms to the inside of hers he whipped his head forward into a headbutt. "However, if you miss him so much, why don't you join him in hell?" The knife came out of his waist band and cut across air toward her.
If she couldn't act the part of fighting than he would make her angry enough to fight.