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To come into possession of such two beings, Lark’s mind shouted at him, is the best thing that’s ever happened to you! What great things you can do with one who can destroy miles of land, and the other has such a potential, and he doesn’t even realize it. You can push him, push him to see what happens. His skin crawled, and butterflies began to beat their wings inside of his stomach.

Slowly, his hands came down off his face, and he stared at Tic, expression of anger and rage, but slowly it mutated into understanding eyes and a crooked, evil smile. The boy’s own expression was of defiance, but clearly he was weakened by that. What would a larger burst do to him? Unconsciousness? And then what, death? The blood seeping from the boy’s nose gave him a sick sense of victory, but it was dull, unfulfilling.

And Miraye, so tortured and guilty, but determined. It was guilt that drove her, was it? Guilt and anger, such strong emotions. Now that the hypnotic connection between them was broke, Lark felt that he shouldn’t do it again. Too much for today, perhaps he should come back tomorrow. No, not yet. You’re not finished with them. There’s so much more to learn, you can cancel everything for the rest of the day. It was still only the morning hours - close to lunch time. He was indeed very hungry.

Out of his thoughts he came, and said, “Ms. Miraye and Mr. Ideo,” he leaned back into his chair, absently touching his face, “I wish not to make you my enemies-” But you already have, can’t you see it in their eyes? They burn with loathing for you. “-but you must understand that I am not a patient man.” They understood very well, and with their silence they reassured it. How they hated him already. Miraye’s hate was stronger . Lark could feel her eyes on him, penetrating his smooth skin and seeing straight through to the black mess of his insides.

“If you tell me what I need to know, I will not harm either of you.” Lark noticed now that Tic looked at him knowingly - such lies. Indeed, he was lying, and quickly Lark changed his mind. He waved his hand gently, “Ah, how about, if you tell me what I want, I won’t harm the other.” Oh, how very genius of you Lark. You’re so very clever. His smile grew larger and he swept his black hair from his beautiful face. Looking upon Tic and Miraye squirm at this new arrangement made him feel giddy. He was winning. It was a contest now; how much could he get out of them like this? But he must be cautious to not take it too far. The powers they possessed were unknown to him, and he was unsure of what damage and harm they could cause him. Miraye, well, she could destroy everything. But what would he care? He wouldn’t be alive afterwards to do much anything about it.

Now, he wouldn’t use his charm on them this time. They would freely tell him what he wanted to know. It gave him a thrill; how much they were going to suffer. Lark leaned forward on the edge of his seat, once again quite close to them, but they could not physically touch him, their chains would not allow it. He gently wiped the palm of his right glove against his knees, and lifted it as five long needlelike blades slid from his fingertips. He looked at Tic and Miraye, wanting to know how much their stomachs twisted at the sight of such weapons.

“It won’t be the wound that kills you. It will be the poison, and it’s slower than any torture you could ever dream of.

“You two can take turns. Tic, I believe it’s only fair that you should go.” Lark’s smile turned into a grin, “Now, tell me, who leads the Sink?”