Sector T [Operation Moon Massacre]

I want to see his mettle, I want to see his worth. Show me, show me just what the soul of someone who wants to life can do.

Infatuated was Nemesis, not with the foe she was fighting, no, but his actions. There was a mix of determination, guilt, and strive to improve within him, and every one of these aspects all collided together in order to form someone that had caught Nemesis' interest. His lack of care for the Vanguard was something that seemed to inspire some visible emotion out of her, brows raising as her eyes showed interest. Not of just the fight now, no, of him. He was weak, but he showed potential. Potential she could tap, she could harness. She could improve-

Already her thoughts began to get ahead of what was actually happening, he still needed to push one last time, to strain himself enough for her to truly show approval. He was shaking, muscles most likely burning from the stress of all the physical exertion. Even his powers seemed to waver slightly, the hilt of his blade only being coated by a thin layer of ice to further enhance its cutting capabilities. He truly was at his limits, and she could crush him right here, anyone could. But that's not what she wanted, or ever wanted to happen. She wanted to watch this sole, singular being fight through everything that could crush them, and show that no matter what stood before them, they would not back down. Perhaps she was getting too ahead of herself, but she always did have an issue of getting excited the longer a fight draws out, even if she's holding back.

A reason.

A reason for his determination came up, and it was something that she both understood and couldn't grasp. Love was something she never got to truly feel, her own family treating her like filth made it certain that she wouldn't feel love from them. So empathy to his situation was impossible, though any sane being could understand that it brought about grief and pain. Sympathy was... also impossible. She didn't want him to feel better about it, she wanted him to get angry, to feel worse, to be further upset by his inability to save even just one lone person in this vast world. With pain came injury, with injury came healing, and with healing came a stronger, better person.

"Never again you claim. Prove it."

Her brow narrowed as her gaze never once left from his own, and with one powerful swing, a sharp tug of his blade... Ladon could feel movement. With such hatred, such raw emotion fueling his actions, he was able to score a cut all along the demon's fingers and free his blade. The slice was rough and uneven, leading to rather nasty, ugly wounds along the insides of her hands, her palms ruined as it seems that if Ladon had more strength, he could have chopped off her fingers entirely. Blood poured from the wounds, and the demon's very life essence had turned the ice upon his blade a deep shade of red.

His weapon was now free, and rather than Nemesis yelping in pain or being seemingly upset with her injury, she only seemed... intrigued, not proud, not happy, but interested enough in this development that her initial thoughts proved true. He had enough will within to act and power through, to continue standing up to her, even if the threat of death was as imminent as could be. A bit of his past was given, and all of the un-checked emotions brewing within him could finally lash out. Release was good, letting things out was good. Nemesis only hoped that he wouldn't turn into a serious swordsman with no passion for what he was doing, but would grow into a brilliant warrior who's very feelings fueled his actions and empowered him.

And so, with his trials completed, Nemesis simply sat down on the ground, legs crossing over one another as hands rested upon her knees, letting blood seep into her clothing. She didn't seem to mind, she didn't seem to really care. Maybe she didn't even feel it, like the wounds inflicted upon her earlier. Any hostility she might have shown was gone, as the serious look to her face still remained. Despite her love for being a temptation, for egging people to let everything go and all of their emotions to run wild, she still kept herself in check until the moment was just right.

"As our agreement. I will leave. You should leave when you get the chance, the Vanguard is not worth your time. They create too many enemies and issues to truly bring about their message, and all they can offer is resources. If you want to grow, to truly be able to never again fall to such a crippling defeat with your fiance, then search for me. Nemesis Atavata. If you desire power, then shed your ties with the Vanguard or anything of the sort and accept my offer. Rest easy, as no one else will invade this sector, you've done your mission, now heal. You are in a far worse condition than I am."

With her message given, the demon simply stood up once again, pushing upon the ground and turning to walk out from the entrance she had made earlier. A rather weird development, but Ladon did have the ability to seek out someone who'd be willing to invest time into him. But would listening to a demon and making himself neutral truly be worth it? It was up to him, but Nemesis would wait. She's done this before, and didn't mind doing it again.

I need to hurry home. I am sure that I left behind too much work to spend proper time healing.