You must understand, when threatened, we are warriors. Demetri and I, we fight with all the strength and adrenaline of combat, but we tear each other's hearts, not flesh. And he knows, that I am the conquerer of minds, that his shield will break with slash of my tounge, but still he battles on, tirelessly. We are a hellish match, Demetri and I. It is because of the depth of our insight. He knows me as well as I know myself, and I him. He knows the words that are daggers, and he knows the weaknesses of my armour. But he is more merciful than I. He resists that greatest pain he could inflict, that mortal wound. Not I. That is why I am the conquerer. I tear at him with bitch claws, and I shred his pride. I am quick-minded and harsh, I am slick and gleaming like the knife. I hurt him, but he keeps hope. That is why we rage on. That is why he stays here. He stays with hope of truce.