Madness in a Cadenza

[Thunderer]

Hall got what he deserved, one could think. He should bow down, be silent and wait for the bolt of energy to vapourize his brain and slam his soul under the ground, where it belongs. But something was not right, and Hall knew it. He might have been unjust to some other people, but he knew well what injustice was and now he felt it on his own skin. But it was also a propellant.

"I am NOT a traitor!", he screamed with his soul bared to the bone and only its basic skeleton remaining, like a child accused for a mischief they cannot prove to have not done. "I have dealt with rats, demons, devils and death, but I have NEVER betrayed Bretonia! I profited off of Leeds' misery, but only because I couldn't do anything else about it on my current position, because other people, incapable people, held the positions I needed. It was for Leeds that I tried to assassinate McIntire. O'Brien is useless and he is her lackey; it is only with me at our lead that we can achieve victory! My "traitorous" message to Gallia? It was just a trap. I had sent Lachance, some GRN girl we managed to capture, back to them, convinced that I was a veritable mess of rotten and tangled connections, so she would tell them so. And so they would fall into my trap. The Norfolk fleet wouldn't stay out: it would unexpectedly materialize RIGHT at the Gallic flank, and rout the naive frogs back where they belong! And I would be celebrated as the man of the day, and I would be set up as Fleet Admiral, spearheading our unstoppable advance all the way to Ile-de-France! Do you really think I would enjoy being a Gallic slave, even if King of Bretonia!? You don't understand anything... You can kill men, Reaver, but you are still just a girl. Much like O'Brien. A girl that thinks she's the centre of the universe and uses it as her playtoy. As I intended to trick them, I tricked you, and now you have RUINED it all... Because of you, your so beloved dear Bretonia, will fall. There is no hope for us any more... Please kill me, so I am not here when everything topples down like a roaring downpour of pathos. Have me:"

He leaned back and exposed her his throat.