killing Neron Launceleyn

"I know much more of your past than that." The Voice concedes with a knowing (and perhaps dangerous) nod. Indeed, in recreating his presence here, she knows very well his history as a Launceleyn. "And pleasures, no?" She asks, her head tilted slightly to the side, pupils dilating slightly, already knowing the answer. "And so you would bind yourself to a future you cannot predict?" The Voice seems to scoff slightly at that, as if Neron were a small child who answered a problem too hastily. "A curse born into...a monarchy not of your choosing...family head after head...Eirachi...and now potentially, me." Sitting up, chin lifted, the Voice appraises the hailstorm with an unreadable gaze. "I may not be toxic Neron, but I can assure you this ... arrangement you seek would be anything but simple. Complexity is the spice of life after all, or so they say."