Fenrisúlfr & Krsnik

[Keller]

An invitation to prove once and for all, that while she had been right in the past, she was certainly wrong in the present. It felt like he had waited forever for this moment to come and perhaps just for a moment, he let the full reality of it sink in for his own sense of accomplishment. "With the Armee plunging into disarray and your firm grip on it nowhere in sight, at least initially, I took it upon myself to ensure what assets there were survived and had less of an opposition to deal with. Offensives against our mutual enemies were scaled up, and I pressed hard enough on the Unioners in some misguided negotiations they opened up to us, allowing myself the opportunity to kill their former Arbeitsdirektor, that along with the truce ensured cell instability for a reasonable amount of time."

Taking a moment to ensure he had the breath in his lungs to continue sounding as confident as he'd started out, choosing to proceed after a short span of silence. "Additionally, I think you of all people will find a splinter in the Corsair society very interesting, one that has more or less openly renounced the current path of the Elders, tactfully I seized the opportunity presented by their existence, but time will tell if they are of any use to us, the Apostatas is what they call themselves, Apostates, non-believers of the traditional Cretan disease we both seek to exterminate. The more we can twist into killing one another, the better for our own people. I took the initiative wherever I saw possible, and however I saw possible. I believe I owe this to you, because without your mockery of who I was, I would have never tried to be different, to be stronger. You were always right, as much as I hated you for it. But through that hate, you taught me so much, without ever even being there or saying a word thereafter. Consider all that I have done with the Armee in mind as a thanks, addressed to you personally."

He felt he'd put forth the recent events in an appropriate tableau for her, though intentionally not as explanatory as it could have been. He felt this knowledge gave him some semblance of power in the progressing dialogue, she would more than definitely want to know more, but enough was there to prove he'd been far from idle. His name had also become fairly common among adversaries and allies alike, frequently making his presence known through the generous and at times indiscriminate application of murder and destruction, internally this never came across well for the person he was trying so hard to not become again, but with every mounting kill, the next slowly began to feel like second nature, though he remembered every name and in certain cases every face, he had stopped feeling regret for the people he'd been bound to purge in the name of his Coalition. His focus seemed to shift away from the conversation as he recollected recent events, running through his combat protocols and reliving skirmishes for the sake of keeping his mind sharp while idle, waiting for her to talk. It struck him then that he no longer felt like a person, he'd truly begun to feel more like a weapon than anything else. Only a distant twinge of remorse for this echoed through the confines of his mind, no longer cohesive enough to mend the mess he'd forced himself to become.

With a blink, this reflection faded, and the moment at hand came back as the primary focus, his undivided attention locked in place for whatever response she'd send his way.

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"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."