perhaps in the future they will say he was instrumental in founding this Cabal, and pin ever more blame on his shoulders, citing his lust for more and more power, or even his ‘terroristic’ ideals. they will write in the history books that these villains and harbingers of doom forged an alliance, joining forces to achieve what they desire. they will hasten to add that an alliance does not always imply any measure of trust. to be certain, Magnus does not feel any shred of trustworthiness in the Enchantress when his gaze lights on her. nothing good, he is certain, can come from such ethereal beauty. --except, perhaps, this one small thing. in usual fashion, he ignores the artfully perfected smile she levels at him, brushing away the hand she extends for him to kiss. while some in their Cabal insisted upon such pleasantries and not-so-subtle displays of fealty and kowtowing, Magnus was not among them. he is here, as ever, for business, not idle words. his only admission, as some small display of respect towards the Enchantress is that his helmet, so often used to protect him against mental manipulation, is tucked under his arm, rather than being worn. after all, why would he be here except to utilize those powers? ░▒▓ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴄʏ. Iᴛ ɪs ᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴜs ᴡᴀɴᴛs; ғᴏʀ ᴜs, ᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴇxᴄʟᴜsɪᴠᴇ. Wᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡɪsʜ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴍᴜsᴛ ʀᴇsᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀs. Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ sᴏᴠᴇʀᴇɪɢɴᴛʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀ Asɢᴀʀᴅ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ? Wʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏғғᴇʀ ᴡᴇʀᴇ I ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ▓▒░