"So you don't want me to join you and serve under you. It is death that awaits me then if I should join you."
Thrain was breathing hard. The peaceful and calm expression he had been wearing was wiped away, replaced by something ugly and twisted. "Only one captain can fly a flying ship."
Atrox closed his eyes. "So you do love the Clan in a twisted kind of way—your way. You think you are the only one who can save it. Some kind of savior."
"I am! I am the Clan's savior, the genius! The prodigy! Oh, you tried, but you never did reach me. I remember when you would sneak into my training room to watch me! Yes, I am the savior born to save the Clan!"
Atrox smiled sadly and replied, his tone gentle. "But I did reach you. Even after I was thrown into prison for three years, I still reached you. We are both Errant Knights and... both the Clan leader."
