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She realized there was much on his mind, but she was not one to pry, despite wanting to be there, to support him or any of her friends. "Tonight he speaks of the Gigantos." she said softly before again blushing, bobbing her head. "Of course, Xander-ona, think nothing of it." she said cheerfully despite feeling shy in that moment.

A cold chill rippled through the air and a voice called "You forgot to add the Thran to that list. They were the most advanced race in all the universe. Well, we should narrow the category. They were the most advanced mortal race. The most advanced earthbound race by far. Their extinction was because of their own misjudgment." Yawgmoth said as the eerie blue glow of Frostmourne followed in the darkness with the two red glowing orbs. Stepping out into the light Yawgmoth was coated in head to toe in a thick black armor, like the kind he'd been wearing when he first came back to the syndicate after All Hallow's Eve. Though tonight he wore a black helmet which shadowed his face and covered his mouth with a guard. There were no super fancy decorations on the helm, no horns or anything just a simple metallic fin that started tall at the top front and went back down the helm thinning out as it neared the end. "Their misjudgment was exiling us. We could have made them the most dominate race of all time. Their accomplishments would have been boundless. But like every race, they were bigots against things different from they. And we...we were..and still are very very different." he concluded stabbing Frostmourne into the ground causing the floor in a ten feet radius around him to freeze over with a thick icy layer.

He smiles and nods to Ziven. Then turns to The Dark Lord. "Ah yes... The Thrans.. Most Definitely before more my time, but yes, a once thought godlike race. And You.. The Dark Lord. You are unlike them. You hold great power. Dark, evil power. But Power is still power under any other name. I have heard and read much about you.." He says with a nod. His hood is still up, he sit facing ziven. He not once looks towards The Dark Lord. He smiles at ziven. "Hardly Lady Ziven, My words are just words, Your actions honor me."

He shakes his head. "Nothing really.. not out of the norm at least. Things.. going.. rather.. hmm.. id say im in a middle ground.. And yourself?" He asks with an arched brow.

He nods. "That was a very intelligent statement. Well put. And Easily understood. It is a true statement. If we didthen how would living life be any fun? Every one would be happy, but if every one is happy then no one would be happy."

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he exited the office. he was really getting sick of that place. He was feeling a little angry today and wished there was somewhere that he could go just to cool off a bit but everything reminded him of Angel. He wanted to knock over something but instead he just strode out the door of the guild. A whistle is heard which is soon followed by the thundering to large hooves, a short rustle, a trill and more thundering hooves

*Some rumbling came from the roof, not long after, piles of wood fell down acompanied by a male body*

If I'm dead, then it wouldn't be the first time *He stood up from the wooden rumble and pointed up* Someone should fix the hole in the roof