She couldn't look him in the eye. Not fully. He would remember that. In contrast to her avoidant gaze, Emryk's stare was targeted, unwavering. A beat of silence passed.
"Do you think Leo was afraid, when he had his head caved in? You did not see the body." He stated, flatly. "His limbs were torn off. His body was mutilated." Emryk let that imagery hang in the air, a moment, as he thought back to the body he'd thrown into the furnace. Thinking about it only incensed him even further, bringing back that rage he'd felt upon the docks-- but adrenaline had long since worn off, and he was left with the body-wide pain of having his scales ripped into. More strokes to add to the canvas, he supposed. They would not look out of place amongst the marks left by whips and chains during his time as a miner.
"Keep us safe." Emryk stated, repeating her words as his gaze turned distant. "And what of the men and women that he preys upon? I found Naveen feasting upon a woman in an alley, Emer, and you cannot convince me Lucien is any different. Where does he find his sustenance? Where did his collection of bottles come from? Or do you not care, because you do not see it?"
His last words were pointed, again. Emryk's gaze was hardened, absent of affection or malice-- it simply was. He intended to get to the bottom of this business with Emer, regardless of what conclusion it wrought.
"Do you think Leo was afraid, when he had his head caved in? You did not see the body." He stated, flatly. "His limbs were torn off. His body was mutilated." Emryk let that imagery hang in the air, a moment, as he thought back to the body he'd thrown into the furnace. Thinking about it only incensed him even further, bringing back that rage he'd felt upon the docks-- but adrenaline had long since worn off, and he was left with the body-wide pain of having his scales ripped into. More strokes to add to the canvas, he supposed. They would not look out of place amongst the marks left by whips and chains during his time as a miner.
"Keep us safe." Emryk stated, repeating her words as his gaze turned distant. "And what of the men and women that he preys upon? I found Naveen feasting upon a woman in an alley, Emer, and you cannot convince me Lucien is any different. Where does he find his sustenance? Where did his collection of bottles come from? Or do you not care, because you do not see it?"
His last words were pointed, again. Emryk's gaze was hardened, absent of affection or malice-- it simply was. He intended to get to the bottom of this business with Emer, regardless of what conclusion it wrought.