"Do you know what this is, Inspector?" Warren tumbled the vial in his bloodstained hands, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his wrist. What was left of the Inspector groaned, remaining limbs writhing slowly. The highlander sighed, knowing the elezen's mental limits were nearing capacity.
He stood and paced the room. They had only been together for a few short minutes - half a bell at the most - and they had been uninterrupted for the duration. Warren didn't have a plan if he was discovered and he realized he was covered in blood. None of that seemed to reach the front of his mind.
"I took them to him! I found them wandering blindly! Near frozen! He could reshape them, reforge them!"
The Inspector had explained as quickly as he could and sputtering how he and his team had followed the reports of adventurers passing through. The blue haired girl not dressed for snow. The miqo'te male who chased her. He explained how he found them huddled near one another, her completely nude and him curled and shivering, muttering to himself.
"They will be remade into something glorious!"
Prauvaulient rambled about the camp. A different camp every time, so as to not be tracked. Even he didn't know where it was, he only knew where to drop the bodies. He explained that his son had gone, willingly, and had become something more than even Ishgard's best dragoons could amount to.
"They won't be the same. Not now. Far too long. He will have broken them."
He explained how his son hadn't even let him know he had survived. He was beyond caring. His family was his spear. His love was combat. The humanity had been carved out of him and replaced with unfeeling cruelty, a lust for carnage. He tried to explain with no small reverence that whoever had gone to that camp would never return down the mountain.
"This is Rhalgr's Bile. It has killed kings. One drop, anywhere on your body, and you will die. It will look completely natural. Your heart will stop, and no one will know why. You will simply...die."
Warren studied the vial, the contents eerily similar to a vial of a man's blood. He looked at what remained of the Inspector's face and put on a mask of sympathy. The elezen's remaining eye was looking in Warren's direction. The highlander grinned. He had the mental capacity to understand him still. That was good.
"I think we've seen enough of each other, Inspector. Should I repay your honesty? Give you a peaceful death after all I've put you through? There's not much more I can do, huh?" Warren's tone dropped, guilt creeping in. Before him the inspector's useless mouth strained, groaning something low and mournful.
"You can't save them."
A moment of defiance, from when the Inspector still thought he might survive the day. Warren's expression soured and he leaned in, speaking quietly over the Ishgardian's sobs.
"I would, Inspector. But this kills kings. Are you a king, Inspector? Are you worth more than the contents of this vial? Than a drop of it?" He surveyed the shattered body of the elezen and shook his head. "Not even when you were whole."
The low sob rose to a high moan as Warren picked the spear from the corner. He turned and gave the inspector one last look.
"If I can't find them, Inspector, I will find your son."
There was a gurgled cry, cut off as the spearhead bit through into the desk.
He stood and paced the room. They had only been together for a few short minutes - half a bell at the most - and they had been uninterrupted for the duration. Warren didn't have a plan if he was discovered and he realized he was covered in blood. None of that seemed to reach the front of his mind.
"I took them to him! I found them wandering blindly! Near frozen! He could reshape them, reforge them!"
The Inspector had explained as quickly as he could and sputtering how he and his team had followed the reports of adventurers passing through. The blue haired girl not dressed for snow. The miqo'te male who chased her. He explained how he found them huddled near one another, her completely nude and him curled and shivering, muttering to himself.
"They will be remade into something glorious!"
Prauvaulient rambled about the camp. A different camp every time, so as to not be tracked. Even he didn't know where it was, he only knew where to drop the bodies. He explained that his son had gone, willingly, and had become something more than even Ishgard's best dragoons could amount to.
"They won't be the same. Not now. Far too long. He will have broken them."
He explained how his son hadn't even let him know he had survived. He was beyond caring. His family was his spear. His love was combat. The humanity had been carved out of him and replaced with unfeeling cruelty, a lust for carnage. He tried to explain with no small reverence that whoever had gone to that camp would never return down the mountain.
"This is Rhalgr's Bile. It has killed kings. One drop, anywhere on your body, and you will die. It will look completely natural. Your heart will stop, and no one will know why. You will simply...die."
Warren studied the vial, the contents eerily similar to a vial of a man's blood. He looked at what remained of the Inspector's face and put on a mask of sympathy. The elezen's remaining eye was looking in Warren's direction. The highlander grinned. He had the mental capacity to understand him still. That was good.
"I think we've seen enough of each other, Inspector. Should I repay your honesty? Give you a peaceful death after all I've put you through? There's not much more I can do, huh?" Warren's tone dropped, guilt creeping in. Before him the inspector's useless mouth strained, groaning something low and mournful.
"You can't save them."
A moment of defiance, from when the Inspector still thought he might survive the day. Warren's expression soured and he leaned in, speaking quietly over the Ishgardian's sobs.
"I would, Inspector. But this kills kings. Are you a king, Inspector? Are you worth more than the contents of this vial? Than a drop of it?" He surveyed the shattered body of the elezen and shook his head. "Not even when you were whole."
The low sob rose to a high moan as Warren picked the spear from the corner. He turned and gave the inspector one last look.
"If I can't find them, Inspector, I will find your son."
There was a gurgled cry, cut off as the spearhead bit through into the desk.
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