"For the love of - when I ask you a question, I want a clear, definitive answer!"
"I can't give you what I don't have, can I?"
"You never have it!"
"Precious little I can do about that."
"I hate you. I hate you I hate you I hate you."
"Relax."
"Ok. Ok, you're right, I need to calm down. Let's try again. Is that it?"
"As far as I'm aware, yes."
"Alright."
"Happy now?"
"Yes. Thank you."
"Good."
"Alright. ... Alright."
"..."
"So we're next."
"Who knows."
"I hate you."
"Calm down. A king needs subjects for its kingdom, or he'll be ruling over salted fields and burning rubble, neither of which can do the work for him nor sing his praises when he demands it."
"So?"
"So for now, we're still needed."
"For now. Just for now. Then we'll blink and we'll be dead."
"Calm down."
"Quit saying that! Look what happened to those possible 'subjects' of his! You think it'll be any different for us?!"
"Everybody dies."
"But not us! Not us! We paid the right to live with ourselves! We're worse than cannon fodder! We're going to be the first to go!"
"Breathe, damnit. Breathe."
"How can you-"
"Breathe! I can hear your heart beating from here. Don't stress that shoddy thing of yours."
"Don't you dare call- don't- oh, oh, don't--"
"Ah, pro Certavi - breathe. Sit down and breathe. Here. Three drags, as usual."
"..."
"There you go. There you go."
"I... I hate you."
"I know."
"I hate you."
"I know."
"I don't think I want to live like this."
"I know."
"Great Beings. Great Beings. Oh Great beings, I can't live like this, I can't live like this. It's going to kill me before he does. It's going to kill me before he does."
"Take another drag."
"It's not going to help."
"It's going to keep your heart from blowing up. Take it."
"What's it matter? What's it matter? You said it, everybody dies anyways. I'd rather die like this a thousand times than without even noticing it. I'd rather die like this."
"Atakus."
"I'd rather die like this."
"Atakus. He will come along and get you back up. He will drag you out into the sun to do his bidding all over again just to kill you with his own hands. You said it. We paid for the right to live with ourselves. We don't get to choose what we can do with these bodies anymore. We don't get to choose how we die anymore."
"..."
"Atakus."
"Megáloi Óntes, oĩda. I know. I know."
"..."
"Oh Perditus, Perditus... Oh Perditus, I can't do this. We can't do this. We can't live like this."
"But we will. As we've always had to do. We don't have any other choice."
Malum, exiled Glatorian of the Fire Tribe, endures his first year as an outcast in the Wastelands, seeking answers to the questions life in Vulcanus failed to provide.
With the help of a single Vorox aide, he must secure his claim as Champion of the Sand Tribe while discovering the untold history of the Vorox. But what dangers await him on his quest beyond the edges of the map?
Raanu! Based his hair style/facial hair off his helmet design in TLR, and no you can't tell me it doesn't look like he has a mustach in the movie. Also plan on just straight up creating leaders for the other tribes since theyer actually never mentioned in the series (and by technicallity Atakus would count as the, now ex-, Rock Tribe leader.)
It took a few weeks for these questions to get unburied in the chaos that is the LMB thread, but it finally paid off: Atakus is one of Velika's agents. Certainly makes a minor character far more interesting to learn that they were keeping tabs on the Skrall for over 100,000 years, doesn't it?
I'll be posting again in a few minutes to give Greg some of the arguments for and against Vastus (suspect #2) as being the traitor, and then we'll see what he has to say.
For those who are interested, the thread I ran is here, along with all the theories and arguments contained therein. It was a very enjoyable discussion, all things considered.
