[He starts to crack a smile, almost ready to accept without hesitation, but something very pressing stops him. The last time he took someone's powers and was told to use them how he pleased, well... One quarter of the Tower is never going to look at him the same way again, to say the very least about all of that. Not that he cares about their opinions, but his defeat was-
No.
He's not thinking about that.
He is very pointedly shoving that memory to the farthest corners of his mind, with every intention of pretending like it never, ever, ever, ever happened. Ever.
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No.
He's not thinking about that.
He is very pointedly shoving that memory to the farthest corners of his mind, with every intention of pretending like it never, ever, ever, ever happened. Ever.
He's no longer smiling.]
Nein. I can kill them myself.