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"Wise words, were you able to accurately determine just how deep the cut would be for everything you chose to investigate. There are some minor differences between being cut, and being decapitated." An idle sweep of indigo tails before he sat back on his haunches, making him a bit smaller but not by much. "And not always is the reward as great as what you go through to get it. There may be no reward at all. I don't suppose you need to be lectured, though. You seem to think you know a lot."

A simple statement- he was quite good at deadpanning. He seemed to listen as she went on, his brows briefly furrowing as she answered his question slowly. "Ah... but you'd like them," It wasn't so hard to assume. Women, or most of them, were the chief promoters of love. They were the great nourishers, the bleeding hearts of the world. Just because Valefor happened to look intimidating didn't make her an exception. The fact she had a heart, to Xaldin, meant that it was bleeding.

"Perhaps you'll tell me..." His eyes cast out for Revelin as he was mentioned, watching the boy roll and toss the flowers in the air. "What do you see in children? Are they the future of the world? Are they the reflections of their parents? A continued legacy?"

"Years are not always evenly weighed with knowledge. If a fool outlives a genius, does it make them the wiser of the two? No. It simply means they were the more fortunate. Longevity does not guarantee you all the answers- even an eternity will not show you the world's exact function. And the mind is prone to forgetfulness, besides." If she was expecting a large reaction, she would be disappointed. Like her, Xaldin had seen and heard many things. He had touched and become one with the darkness, the great end-all, be-all. How did she expect to compare? There was little any more that impressed him... or so he believed. Whether he disagreed or agreed with the statement about risks would be unknown, though his tongue lapped thoughtfully over his bottom lip in one fell swoop.

There. His eyes narrowed a bit about halfway through her answer, though his maw remained shut out of polite restraint for her to finish. A soft snort proceeded it, and as he stared at her, there was something glinting behind those dark eyes. They were beautiful, truly, but they were not kind. Even before he had lost his heart, Dilan had not been the nicest person. "That's very selfish of you," He purred, the sound rumbling deep within his chest. "An impression of oneself. A companion- a lasting bond. You truly believe that? Hmm... Every child is ungrateful bag of flesh. They will take and take and take and never be content. And when they grow, they will leave you. They'll just as easily forget their bond if it serves better to their own desires. One does not need companions, or children. If anything, they are the stumbling blocks along the way to our own desires."

Xaldin was a bitter soul, and he was not the type to keep it to himself if others insisted on being around him. His words were poison, and though she seemed to think they were doing good for her... "Are you truly one to be content with catering to others? So easily tamed by loneliness that you domesticate yourself to gain acceptance?" His gaze was hard on her, judging, stormy.

"If your desires lie within surrounding yourself with children, it's disgusting. The petty goal of a fool. Look at yourself- the potential of greatness is there. But you are blinded," This last bit he nearly spat, shoving himself up suddenly. For someone so large, though, he moved smoothly, slowly moving before the female, muscle rippling powerfully beneath the dark cloth enclosing his shoulders and arms. There should be no question that the kitsu could pose as a formidable threat. However, this was not his purpose- merely to move to take in and observe her. "Power, beauty, charisma- you want to use it to nurture some drooling, snot-nosed brats? A shame..."

A low chuckle at the mentions at family, and Xaldin actually smiled. It was not pleasant. "Family? I've never had one, and am glad of it. There's nothing to hold me back- I can be myself, always. Can you honestly tell me that you can, too? In the midsts of children and peers that may never speak to you again if they truly knew you? You are a falcon, trapped within a golden cage." He saw her wings slightly parted, and he was pleased, though he wore an impressive mask of frustration. She was getting riled up, but if she tried to take it out on him, he knew he could hold her off long enough to escape. Were he in possession of his genzu, things would have been different. She thought she had him, and Xaldin would support it if only to use it to his advantage.

Now he drifted to her side, smooth and controlled though bristling with disgust. He might have been through with her then, perhaps heading off to Revelin, but he did turn his head ever so slightly, murmuring his poison to her ear like a lover might. "Why don't you set yourself free? Forget children, forsake love. They are the slings and the arrows that will drag you down and ultimately kill you. There is no greater release than rage- that is where power lies, and freedom. Do you feel it?"

Revelin had perked where he was, watching the new development between the adults. Quietly as he could, he began to sneak over their way, curious about the new conversation.

"Hmm. Rage isn't a prison. It is the purest, most honest feeling one can experience. The only reason it is restrained is because the world is afraid of itself. People see their true selves and it scares them. I wonder- how long will you continue to wallow in lies and disillusions of what is acceptably the way to be 'happy'?" His jaw lifted as the tail brushed his chest, staring sidelong at her through half-hooded eyes. "My words are the truth, though they may burn within you like a poison. You will realize it soon enough."

These words still murmured to her ear, pouring off smooth and strong. He seemed to truly believe what he had said, and that was perhaps the worst of all. Now that she had been bitten with those words, would she able to resist prodding or itching the wound later? If he could do this with mere words, just what would it be like in a fight? He was not prey- he was a predator in many ways. She would not receive much of a run out of him, for as he had spoken to her, and as she even chose to brush herself close, there was no fear in him. It would not be a chase, but a very brutal fight. Even a Nobody had things to be proud about, and depending on how it was presented, her gall just might impress him... or more likely piss him off.

"Hey hey...." Revelin whined a little, lowering his ears a bit. "I was just wonderin' what you two were talkin' about. You just seemed to be so close...." That green eye glistened with mischief and understanding. "Oooooooh~ Were you two--?"

Just like that, his presence was gone from her side, a brief snort sounding as the Lancer approached Revelin, who merely grinned to him. A large paw nudged the boy roughly in Valefor's direction. "You. Return him to that cottage there in a few days, or Revelin will tell you where to find me, should you become sick of him sooner." He seemed convinced that she would be. With not even a word or a lasting stare, he began to saunter on, preparing to climb the slope of the mountain to who knew where. He was finished with them.

"BYE UNCLE XALLY!" The kit tilted his head curiously after the larger male, before he turned his head back to Valefor. "So, when do we get to leeeeeave?" He implored, pawing at her foreleg curiously. Yes, all he was really concerned about now was his need to be entertained.