[ The powerful and gleaming arc of a blade, the rattling of splintering woods beneath the impassioned strikes- After his words leave his mouth Argenti is momentarily taken in by witnessing the tail end of beauty put on display by a well trained arm. Even now, when he is struggling not to be overcome with emotions professed by the omen of evil.

This man, perhaps driven out of his mind, had recently given him an undignified death. Even then the maiming of the flesh as Argenti had been caught by surprise was a matter that could be put out of mind with enough contemplation. Sharp words slated towards his Aeon, however, were a more difficult poison to swallow. Mockery delivered by a deceptively beautiful and calm face to a fading man. ]

It is my wish that these warm words would settle the tempest of my heart. You are remorseful for the nature of your actions, but not the actions taken themselves. Correct?

[ Argenti approaches him now with a calm gait himself, his shoulders held straight. He stops short of entering Richard's reach and looks down upon him. Clearly a man who is mind over matter- for there's rancor bubbling under the surface; it's held in the depths of the red head's emerald eyes. A look that had been absent in all other interactions they've had until now. ]

I am not unacquainted with death nor humiliation. Yet... should your previous words directed towards Idrila remain true to your heart then that is truly something I cannot forgive.