"I've not asked you this before, but are you sure you still want to continuing following me?"
"If I wasn't I won't be in this carriage or even miles from you."
Kyrexiel adjusted himself on his seat. "I thought as much but it is something I must ask."
"Because you have something bigger to ask me." Malak snorted.
Kagerou who was in front of them tapped the carriage floor with his sword, drawing their attention. "Malak, you see far too much for all your pretense."
"And you don't see much?"
Kagerou gestured to his eyes. "My eyes is to see the threat that surrounds him. You are not one."
Kyrexiel sighed. "You forgot I am here? Let me tell you what I want Malak. You will be the commander of my men. You will see to their training and....put them into shape. For that I need you to stop pretending of Insanity. What I need is that brain of yours and your technique. Put your bloodlust aside until you see a fight."
