15.Sep.13, 08:44 PM
S'kef laughed. He actually laughed. It wasn't the cruel and spiteful laugh that the greenrider would have been familiar with, but a brighter and more sincere laugh, filled with humor. It was dark humor, but humor just the same. S'kef was both delighted and surprised at Ravana's sudden outburst, proving to him that while she appeared plain, she was still had a few surprises for him.
"Of course. I agree," he replied, smirking again at the shameless way Ravana had insulted Tsuen. S'kef couldn't have agreed more. It was the unwashed truth, bitter and pointed and utterly necessary. Tsuen was crazy, and her insanity would be the death of them all if they didn't act. S'kef was pleased to see that he and his close followers were not alone in that attitude, but more than anything, it amused him to hear it from sweet, mild-mannered Ravana. Hah! How B'run would have snarled to see them in such close agreement over anything!
The brownrider grinned for a moment, then gradually let it fade away as he allowed the issue to creep back to the forefront of his thoughts. "It doesn't have to be that way, you know," he pointed out, looking at her with a blunt and stern expression. "Tsuen isn't as as strong as everyone imagines."
Tsuen wasn't the one hindering them. It was the rebels. He'd said it before and he would say it again, until he suffocated if he had to. The bickering, the divisions, the factions...all of that was what kept them back. The message was clear: B'run and his rebels were making the problem worse, and S'kef would rob them of every foothold he could until they either gave in or fucked off. Ravana had given away her weak point with those letters, and until he had her safely in hand, he would consider her to be B'run's weak point. It was a good opportunity, and while his motivations were callous, his viewpoint came from the heart.
"I hate it here," he growled suddenly. "And the way I see it, everyone is responsible for either helping solve the problem, or getting out of the way for those of us who are," he said, then rose to his feet. He motioned to her letters and took a moment to calm his temper. "You'd do well to think about those children of yours." He was careful not to mention his own again, or to respond to her comments about them. He didn't want to think about it. They were part of his old life. He had a new life now, but he'd be damned if he spent it crawling in the mud.
"Of course. I agree," he replied, smirking again at the shameless way Ravana had insulted Tsuen. S'kef couldn't have agreed more. It was the unwashed truth, bitter and pointed and utterly necessary. Tsuen was crazy, and her insanity would be the death of them all if they didn't act. S'kef was pleased to see that he and his close followers were not alone in that attitude, but more than anything, it amused him to hear it from sweet, mild-mannered Ravana. Hah! How B'run would have snarled to see them in such close agreement over anything!
The brownrider grinned for a moment, then gradually let it fade away as he allowed the issue to creep back to the forefront of his thoughts. "It doesn't have to be that way, you know," he pointed out, looking at her with a blunt and stern expression. "Tsuen isn't as as strong as everyone imagines."
Tsuen wasn't the one hindering them. It was the rebels. He'd said it before and he would say it again, until he suffocated if he had to. The bickering, the divisions, the factions...all of that was what kept them back. The message was clear: B'run and his rebels were making the problem worse, and S'kef would rob them of every foothold he could until they either gave in or fucked off. Ravana had given away her weak point with those letters, and until he had her safely in hand, he would consider her to be B'run's weak point. It was a good opportunity, and while his motivations were callous, his viewpoint came from the heart.
"I hate it here," he growled suddenly. "And the way I see it, everyone is responsible for either helping solve the problem, or getting out of the way for those of us who are," he said, then rose to his feet. He motioned to her letters and took a moment to calm his temper. "You'd do well to think about those children of yours." He was careful not to mention his own again, or to respond to her comments about them. He didn't want to think about it. They were part of his old life. He had a new life now, but he'd be damned if he spent it crawling in the mud.