Vanguard
"Oh? You may be right, but what of it?" He said, deriding her for her foolishness. What broke once will break again, but what is broken may never break. Perhaps he should carve this lesson on her body, another time.
She really did speak of things she did not understand. His face turned serious, solemn, and the gaze that looked down on the creature was no longer a mocking one, but one filled with disgust. The sort of abyss where the dead lie, and if one stares long enough into it, death would glare back.
"Even if the blame lies in me, you still let it happen without the slightest shred of hesitation. You speak of destroying me and making me regret things, but words without strength are wind. Your threats are merely the ramblings of a coward who would watch her own friend trampled over without any hesitation, if you feel so strongly about my action you should condemn me with your own hands."
For a second, there was less disgust and mocking in his voice, his eyes, and more of a profound sadness. But he quickly discarded such feelings and smiled once more, throwing such foolish notions away with mockery.
"Of course, you would both die. Not that I'd want to, truth be told. Violence just isn't in my nature."
