Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-25808351-20170227170822

"He was only ever true to his nature. He was born a monster for the purpose of chaos and pain, to destroy so that others may rise. This purpose, however, out lived it's usefulness after you stepped in. No matter what would have happened, he was going to die and, something tells me he knew that. In his final moments I gained a respect for him, he knew it was over, but he faced me anyways. Only true warriors stare death in the face and smile, as if meeting an old rival." Marcus stares back at Victivius.

"I suppose you already know why I'm here...." He then looks down at his hands, noticing he has not changed back. "otherwise you would have sapped me of all my power. First, I came here to tell you that the aspirations of my kin have died with them, your Crucible, your void is of no interest to me. Secondly, after devouring such power I learned a thing or two about the workings of this place. Giving me a newfound respect for you as well. To see the threads pulled, stretched and cut constantly, requires a power and sound mind that not even I, a breed all my own, could have."

"Lastly, I was hoping to say goodbye to Cyndwella, see her in the home and amongst those she spoke of so highly...."