Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-3293219-20140919082630

"Like fuck I would!" Azarath snapped, taking a few steps closer before being stopped by Nadira, raising her hand to put him at ease.

"Azarath... P-Please... This way Sophie can be free, no one gets hurt and..." She paused, sighing a little and shuddering as she did so, seeing Emarrel's grin.

"And what? You aren't pulling this shit on me, we can just smash her head in and everyone will be happy!" The Dunmer countered, reaching for his sword and drawing it, keeping his scornful gaze on Emarrel.

His Breton wasted no time and stepped out in front of him, staring, defiantley, in his face.

"No. I've put up with you for a month now, I've put up with you not listening to damn thing I've said, your insults, your hatred, your selfishness, your lack of caring and your inability to listen to anyone who doesn't blindly agree with you or even make the effort to compromise!

We're doing this my way, the only way, the way where nobody gets hurt, nobody dies and everyone..." She then paused to correct herself as her arms hurt already...

"Almost everyone... gets what they want..."

Even though Azarath was livid at her lack of understanding towards him, he found himself almost, humbled. Not because of what she said or her intentions but... the way that she said it. It was like Nate was shouting him down again, whenever he went to far, the same tone would come out and it was inspiring.

The Dunmer did something that he never thought he would do, he slowly lowered his sword and hung his head, hoping to shut himself down to stop himself from ruining the moment, by shoving Nadira aside and sending the succubus behind her back to whatever plane of Oblivion she was shat out of.

Eventually he looked up to her, panting heavily as he suppressed the burning fires of hatred inside, sweat slowly rolling off of his brow.

"You're going to get hurt..." He pointed out, practically seething with rage at his situation, his hands trembled to do what he thought was the right thing.

"It'll be like Julias, all over again, only this time you'll be trapped!"

"Don't you think I know that? Do you think that I want... This? I have to do this, to save Sophie, to make sure that you two don't tear eachother apart and get yourselves killed!"

"Uh-huh... What happens if she decides to give your neck a good squeeze? You ain't going to get away from this one if your bound to her will, are you!?" The former Bandit's raised voice made Nadira shiver, stumbling back a little as she did so, sighing and shaking her head, Azarath found himself doing the same, running his hand across his wet, glistening brow and through his hair, before he put his hands on his hips and shook his head in despair.

"I didn't say that I wanted this... Or that I think that it'll be okay... I said that this is right and that's what's most important here. S-Sometimes it's not about what we want, y'know?"

Azarath slowly raised his head, he knew that, all too well, though he never thought he'd hear that from Nate's daughter of all people...

How could he argue? Nobody asked him to do what he did for Nate, long after his betrayal... And now, here's a person asking to make the same sacrifice. He couldn't refuse her, knowing full well that he would have done the same...

He couldn't admit this and so, he just fell silent, giving her a somber nod...

Nadira nodded to him, gazing at him with a pained look in her eyes before slowly looking back to the Vampire, all fear had left her, she knew what she had to do.

"Az- Azarath won't be a problem... You just have to promise to let Sophie go and... I'll stick by you, forever..."