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Ea had never wished for someone to fall to harm, he had also never wished for his hands to be painted red by the blood of his enemies. He didn't even know if he had enemies. He was always quiet and composed. Self-disciplined and he never put himself first. He was a soldier made to follow orders. He had no needs or wishes of his own and if sometimes they happened to surface he knew very well how to conceal them and keep a straight face. 

This time though, for the first time the elf felt as if his emotions were too strong to simply bottle them up, hide them behind his mask. This time the anger that was making his blood boil had finally managed to possess him and while he walked in the narrow corridors he wasn't really seeing anything. He was simply following Allias' figure waiting to reach his lover. Waiting to see once more his dead body.