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[Retane]

The dark warrior tood agasint the wall, his arms folded and head down, silently watching as everyone selected their picks and made their speeches before they left. Some were very vocal, others were less. The namek wondered how some of them really felt, but felt that now was not the time to ask them. He noted that the Grand Champion was no where to be found.

Finally it was his turn.

The Emerald Warrior looked up at the two remaining items. One was a watch or time counter of some sort.. The other was a golden locket with a green "S" attached to a silver chain. The namekian wondered if these things did anything aat all or perhaps it was an elabarate joke just to toy with those that hadn't won the event but had come so close. The warrior picked the locket up and glanced down at the ctime peice on the table, then back at the gold and emerald locket.

"They call it a Horcrux", Karl spoke up with a devious smile on his face. "I think it a nice choice for you, don't you think? HOR-CRUX?"

The namekian thought about it for a moment and clasped his hands tightly around the artefact. Horror and crux. Was he really that evil? Or did he actually come off that way? Perhaps it was the best. He always had to make some of the most difficult decision. The God of Death chose who lived or died right?

The namek looked back at the artefact on the table, picked it up for a moment, rubbed it in his fingers and with a nod, flipped it to the bounty hunter, who caught it in her hand, confirming his choice on the Horcrux.

Retane looked back to the Host of the Abyss and stared Karl Jak in the eyes, the mercenary's visage turning into a scowl.

There was a long slow pause before the namekian finally spoke, "A lot of people shed blood in the Abyss... But that Lobby sure looked beautifaul didn't it?"

There was a moment of silence as the words mulled over in their minds until Retane started with a low wicked chuckle and erupted into a full blown dark tone of laughter.

Just as quickly as he started, he stopped and returned to looking at the raven haird metrosexual. "Chaos. You wanted it. You got it. And it was beautiful right?"

Karl eyed the namekian suspiciously. Retane continuned, "People got what they wanted. They watched people struggle. They watched them die. People became famous nearly over night. People acheived power. Some got to kill like they had always held an innerdesire right? All of it? Everything? It was beautiful right?"

Mr. Jak went to say something but still the Emerald Fiend wasn't done, "What about the innocense stolen? Those that can never go back? Those that can never forgive themselves? Those that will forever wake up sweating, screaming hoping that they aren't dead and bloddied. Hoping they aren't involved in the Abyss? What about those that feel the guilt from ever having been involved or witnessed what had happened?"

Karl Jak flashed a smirk, "Collateral Damage."

"Collateral Damage? Heh. I get it, i suppose. I just had to see what you'd say..."With that, the namekian turned around with a long breath and glanced at the final runner up who stood firm. The Emerald Fiend moved towards the exit, pausing for a second as he passed the bounty hunter. He was sure he would meet her again one day, opposing her. But now was not that day.