55th Ash, 4622
Salen was thinking about the events that transpired at the party; the anger that roared within him only left him in a much more terrible and bitter state, especially when he had felt responsible for Rene dragging others into his problems that he'd rather deal with on his on. He would stare at the mirror for a moment as he glared at his reflection for a moment. His anger became more noticable as he would begin to channel his weave further, eventually forcing the mirror to split and crack within a second. He was getting stronger, but that didn't make things right for Rene as he sat in their room.
He could hear the sounds of Andre teaching before he smiled joyfully; there was some way his presence grew upon him somehow, with his intuitive ways and how much he could teach within a second, it appeared that the grumpy man that he reflects himself as others was nothing more than a big softy, full of knowledge, full of power. He sighed for a moment as there were so many questions in his head, knowing he had his mind played with too much and thus resting the responsibility of a kidnapped Hugo on his shoulders. The question was, should he tell Bertrand and risk himself from getting killed by his arrogant friend, or should he bottle everything up and sort the problem out himself.
Salen's questions of morality was beginning to bother him, clouding his mind with negative thoughts once again as he paced around the room. The greater interference in his mind appeared to be the tortures that she would imbue upon him. He couldn't cope knowing that he needed to do something, but Rene wasn't having any of it. He had sent Synthar and Cordelia to spy on them, but that wasn't helping his anxiety.
His anger would come back in a flash, forcing him to flip the table as the whole situation appeared to be provoking him "So, he expects me to just sit here and do nothing!" He said, shaking his head "Let the fucking pansy wet his pants I suppose, oh who am I to bother, he's probably going to die anyway, knowing the Veir's current status... That's what the bitch always does, prey on the weak and innocent until they have no soul left... Fucking hell, she condemns me, but I think she should take one look in the fucking mirror herself..." He ranted angrily, almost as if anyone that could walk past his room, feel the intense anger of Salen's wrath.
He was furious and had just about enough of the shit he was going to deal with "Rene, you're very good at dragging people into my problems." he paused for a moment as he opened a bottle of brandy, shaking his head before uttering his words of sarcastic disapproval "Congratulations, someone's kidnapped and now it's your fucking fault..." He began to gulp the bottle of brandy down with an audible 'ahh' as he looked at the cracked mirror "Wait a go... Something else on my conscience..."
Salen was thinking about the events that transpired at the party; the anger that roared within him only left him in a much more terrible and bitter state, especially when he had felt responsible for Rene dragging others into his problems that he'd rather deal with on his on. He would stare at the mirror for a moment as he glared at his reflection for a moment. His anger became more noticable as he would begin to channel his weave further, eventually forcing the mirror to split and crack within a second. He was getting stronger, but that didn't make things right for Rene as he sat in their room.
He could hear the sounds of Andre teaching before he smiled joyfully; there was some way his presence grew upon him somehow, with his intuitive ways and how much he could teach within a second, it appeared that the grumpy man that he reflects himself as others was nothing more than a big softy, full of knowledge, full of power. He sighed for a moment as there were so many questions in his head, knowing he had his mind played with too much and thus resting the responsibility of a kidnapped Hugo on his shoulders. The question was, should he tell Bertrand and risk himself from getting killed by his arrogant friend, or should he bottle everything up and sort the problem out himself.
Salen's questions of morality was beginning to bother him, clouding his mind with negative thoughts once again as he paced around the room. The greater interference in his mind appeared to be the tortures that she would imbue upon him. He couldn't cope knowing that he needed to do something, but Rene wasn't having any of it. He had sent Synthar and Cordelia to spy on them, but that wasn't helping his anxiety.
His anger would come back in a flash, forcing him to flip the table as the whole situation appeared to be provoking him "So, he expects me to just sit here and do nothing!" He said, shaking his head "Let the fucking pansy wet his pants I suppose, oh who am I to bother, he's probably going to die anyway, knowing the Veir's current status... That's what the bitch always does, prey on the weak and innocent until they have no soul left... Fucking hell, she condemns me, but I think she should take one look in the fucking mirror herself..." He ranted angrily, almost as if anyone that could walk past his room, feel the intense anger of Salen's wrath.
He was furious and had just about enough of the shit he was going to deal with "Rene, you're very good at dragging people into my problems." he paused for a moment as he opened a bottle of brandy, shaking his head before uttering his words of sarcastic disapproval "Congratulations, someone's kidnapped and now it's your fucking fault..." He began to gulp the bottle of brandy down with an audible 'ahh' as he looked at the cracked mirror "Wait a go... Something else on my conscience..."
