The skull-like face parted into a horrified grimace, teeth bared. "You," said Rezik quietly, and there was a hollow ominousness to it that wasn't quite a threat, "will be the first to die."
"It was chaos--can you not understand that?" He looked around, slowly. "All day, every day--a mountain of the strongest eating the weak. Culling, shaping, killing--and the Masters at the top of it. But," he went on, and suddenly malice flickered through his face, and his haughtiness, his confidence, abruptly returned; "you would not understand the phrase 'needs must.' Do you 'Gembound' even kill-?" Disdain now shone in his eyes, and very deliberately, Rezik went for the rat instead. His teeth met delicately in its flesh, tendons pulling away like string, and as he chewed he stared hard at Eythan.
"'Drop it,' you say, and then ask me that question. You know nothing. You wish to know who I am; I am a survivor." It was given in a half-hiss, as if there were a threat in it, and he drew himself up with a bristle of the blue fur along his back. "Tell me, then, of your fools who live among the bones of the dead without understanding how they got that way."
@Eythan
Rezik's head snapped up at the challenge. His eyes narrowed, and his voice, previously heated, cooled to slow ice.
"Is that what you want, then-?" He took a step toward Eythan, slowly, and then another, leaving the rest of the rat behind. "You wish me to speak to Master Astraea-? To tell him the words you are saying? Because that," he went on, "is how I survive."
@Eythan
Rezik's eyes narrowed. "The only rule is survival."
He eyed Eythan--and then strode past him, though leaving space between them--and away.
Rezik exits, unless stopped