Thomas considered the Nuit-child, and for the first time in a while, he saw past the rotting flesh, the dying physicality, and saw her as raw potential. Despite his own disgust with the Nuit, Thomas' hatred for those of Sahova burned brighter. His own longing for their knowledge, for their secrets, for their precious citadel perhaps even brighter still.
"You disgust me," he whispered, stated more as fact then opinion, "And I spare no kindness for any who share in your condition," Thomas paused, regarding the Nuit-girl with a mixture of new found curiosity, and rooted suspicion, "But, it would be...stupid of me," Thomas sighed, the open admittance to his own weakness obviously a foreign concept to the young human, "It would be stupid to ignore help from you, considering what I wish to achieve."
"I would not assume you offer such direct assistance as to accompany me to the Citadel," he breathed, "But I would accept any aid, anything to take their knowledge, their wasted treasures, their citadel, from their decaying hands," he scowled, "And you speak of some kind of gift, something that will make me stronger?" he asked, his tone unsure. "Something that will allow me to gain an advantage over the undead?"
Thomas held his breath, waiting for Evalin's response. True, he was still very careful around the Nuit-child, and he was very suspicious.
Nothing was free in this world, and no gift came without a price.
"You disgust me," he whispered, stated more as fact then opinion, "And I spare no kindness for any who share in your condition," Thomas paused, regarding the Nuit-girl with a mixture of new found curiosity, and rooted suspicion, "But, it would be...stupid of me," Thomas sighed, the open admittance to his own weakness obviously a foreign concept to the young human, "It would be stupid to ignore help from you, considering what I wish to achieve."
"I would not assume you offer such direct assistance as to accompany me to the Citadel," he breathed, "But I would accept any aid, anything to take their knowledge, their wasted treasures, their citadel, from their decaying hands," he scowled, "And you speak of some kind of gift, something that will make me stronger?" he asked, his tone unsure. "Something that will allow me to gain an advantage over the undead?"
Thomas held his breath, waiting for Evalin's response. True, he was still very careful around the Nuit-child, and he was very suspicious.
Nothing was free in this world, and no gift came without a price.