Why had he taken his prosthetic off to show them his wound? Why had he told them about his rise and fall? Why had he told them his father had named the city after him?
Why had he moved to injure Samael? Why had he called his ex-wife, a woman he hated with the deepest depths of his heart, his promised one?
Why was he even talking?
Kael was a quiet and pragmatic man.
He did not talk, he did not negotiate, and he did not beg.
He decided, then he acted.
If he wanted answers, then he'd tear their minds apart and take them from their souls. He wasn't the type to dabble in dynamics of intimidation and such.
Nor was he the type to feel anger, happiness, madness, and such.
He was the epitome of self-control and sharpness.
"Ah, too bad." Uriel sighed.
TAH!
Kael felt something snap within his head, and he finally regained control of himself.
