[ Others might question the calm with which Julius holds himself - a figure black and silent, cut against the whirl of colour and tumult that he leaves behind - too calm, too obedient, much like a machine. But beneath his veneer of composure is something similar to that of Sion's heart, except much more dangerous; for if he ever let himself give in to his emotions, he knows that he would descend swiftly into the madness in his blood.

Much safer to adhere to logic and facts. ]

Some wish to hasten the death of those here. To make space, perhaps, for themselves.

[ It's evident who he speaks of, yet his voice doesn't carry hatred - only a guess. ]

Whoever caused this used these people to further their own twisted agenda.