@comaliesvii asked: ❛ are you TRYING to get yourself killed ?! ❜ (from Jack!)
questioning minds - accepting
cael was absolutely baffled— baffled and perplexed at jack rutherford’s sudden outburst once he came around. for a military veterant of profound knowledge and undoubtedly peerfess foresight with years of actual field experience— something that he respected jack for, he’d reckoned that jack would understand there was no better way to get out of such a compromising situation without a means of sacrifice. if anything, shouldn’t jack be pleased that he played the bait part out of the two of them? it was only necessary.
fresh out of revival, his recollection of the past events was a bit hazy at the moment but he still remembered essentially what transpired during that death trap. it was exactly just that— a death trap created by a band of rogue revenants who revered the great collapse as their salvation, the abyssal monsters their saviour, the lost their redemption, and, therefore, were determined to wipe out the remaining government revenant force. they were not too many before — a dozen at best, or it could be two— but with the emergence of the queen, they were developing quickly, steadily in number. he supposed it was to be expected: the destruction that the queen wrought was a clear indication of her terrifying power, and against such wicked strength, desperation soon consumed the feeble mind of men.
and desperation led to desperate beliefs.
a growing headache was what they were. the queen was already a hassle to deal with, silva knew this and ordered a special unit of adept revenants to ‘ tackle the problem ’ ( ‘ do whatever you must to have them turned to ash ’, directly quoted gregorio silva), so cael and jack rutherford were appointed as partners for this operation. two against the whole fucking cult, while the rest of the division was dispatched for some… mundane tasks— he didn’t know the man have such faith in them or was it a plot to push them into their inevitable death devised by some scheming human advocates, fearing that one day, the perfect hierachy and the power balance would be disturbed, and revenants would come back and bite them? this continued any further and he might. out of pure spite.
for now, he needed to focus on what must be done. conspiracies and whatnot besides, these rouge revenants were impeding his progress to reach the queen— barring his way to cruz silva. and cael could not have that. he decided he had had enough of these annoying flies jumping around like they owned the place, and he would see to it personally that they be perished forever from his sight, that they be reduced to nothing but ash. one was driven by a bottomless abyss of rage whereas the other driven by a heavy burden of duty; though their motives might differ, cael was certain jack rutherford shared the same sentiment regarding the whole cult fiasco.
so he didn’t think using his immortality to open a blood path out of that death trap was getting himself killed— no, he was merely using what was at his disposal. it was better that one of them died than both did. shifting his glance to his hand, the wounds gone, broken flesh knitted together again by the mercy of the mistle, at the mercy of cruz silva’s sacrifice; somehow it made him more anxious, more impatient to get the cult out of the way. his mind was screaming a deafening cry of defeat— he felt sick, tired and exhausted, his muscles yearned to be released from the earthen bound, to join the godforsaken rank of the lost. but he needed to be there, he needed to reach her before it was too late— he needed to see her. and until then, temporary death was simply an instrument to be exploited. his soul could only rest after her death.
fists clenched, cael shifted his glance to jack. his voice cracked a bit involuntarily when he tried to speak. ‘ save your unnecessary concern, i only do what is needed to be done. how do we proceed now? ’
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