Let the Dead Bury the Dead

Archon listened to his brother silently. He didn't let his excitement or enthusiasm overshadow his respect for his sibling. He didn't agree with his brother fully, but he could see where he was coming from at the very least. Archon nodded with Malleus's comments until the very end.

There was a moment of silence between them. Archon tried to gauge the situation. Did he hold and revere his brother above himself? Were they equals yet? Archon himself still had not decided.

"I see what you are saying, brother, but I think that you're mistaken. They may think they can wait us out for now, but we will prove them wrong, will we not? I could have dissolved them, let them rot, but that type of perishing lacks the kind of... sharpness that true suffering holds. The type of suffering they deserve is being able to see that light of hope not smolder out, but to be blown out by the breath of another."

Archon was convinced this had to happen for Abaven. He was confused about it at first, but having Nura with him was reassuring.

"I assure you I have no intentions of letting them go that easy. We have lost nothing, only gained an opportunity to make them suffer God's wrath longer. You gave me that pack in full faith, didn't you? Then why do you doubt me now, brother? At my side, validating my vision is Nura Abraxas. Surely we would not both disappoint."

Archon dipped his head. He meant no disrespect and showed all the proper courtesies.

"I have a feeling the Fallen God will show his approval of my actions soon and we will both reap the benefits. Do not let Abaven wander from your mind, but do not worry about them," Archon rumbled. "Shaye has shown a curiosity and a particular wariness of us, has she not? This alone is proof that we have not lost them, but gained them in a different respect. I truly believe, Malleus, this is God's will."