Two of a Kind

"Well..." Archebold laid back as he neatly folded his hands against the back of his head as he kept his eyes on Isla appearing in no rush to remove their current position. "That's a very high moral standing for someone who nearly tore the life right out of me...quite literally." He'd grin, rather blatant in his expression that he didn't take offense to her actions, brash and impulsive as they were. "It's easy to paint a picture of morality, what you want to believe you're capable of, but we never really know what we're truly capable of until the opportunity presents itself. It did for you once before. I felt your jaws firm against me, that wasn't hesitance or mercy. You enjoyed it, the sudden rush of having me at your mercy. I may a be a monster, but that's never been disputed. I never claimed to be anything but what I am. There will come a time where you will have to come face to face with that reality." She was Ascended now, for better or worse, there were just certain things she would have to overcome. Stigmas if you will, whether she had the strength to do so was not for him to say, but he would be thoroughly entertained to toe that line with her. "Unless you have other intentions about our given position, I would suggest we stand, and perhaps I could answer whatever questions you like...or you can undress. The significance of your decision holds equal value to me...so please, no pressure." archebold Death is not a defeat. It is a cure.