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As the blackened boy stood there, grimacing at the child as myriads of others spoke out against his tactless ways. While he didn't catch most of the items on everyones agenda, a few did appeal to him more than the others. One knowledgeable assertion, whilst not directed and quiet against the "violence," he acknowledged in surprise, tipping his head to the side where it proceeded from. The law... droves of lessons and wisdom from mentors flashed in his mind... yes, fraudulent principles.

Echoing what his partner commented in the most straightforward way possible, he couldn't help but smile a little at the level-headedness the voice had. Lux turned his head a little farther, catching a glimpse at the girl. The sight truly enamored him; ethnicity stunning the boy to the core with stoicism in tow. Impressive and yet understandable. But again, the tower came to mind. Who was to say such jurisdictions could safeguard the lowly boy there?

"Irony reflecting, words unyielding, when the tower come-forth, he will withstand naught from the wayfayer's who rival him," he whispered abjectively to no soul in particular. His partner, on the other hand, was trying to comprehend what was transpiring between two counterparts to their claim... even he, an apparition could be considered tangible. The only thing that could escape his raspy invisible lips was a flat out what.

He heard another one of the spirits chiding the child in a most... peculiar way. The forlorn one could only wonder if the being loved to inflict pain on theirselves before going over and speaking in a very... suggestive manner which could be condoned as a threat which slightly made him shiver. Of course, the final offhand quote was what set him off on being momentarily paralyzed... the provocative, lewd suggestion in her final offhand comment. How could she be so... "impure" in a public place as this? Did some values degrade over time? Were they exhibitionists?

The thing that returned him to his unfazed state was an older mans words which the veiled wanderer also seemed to heed as his alternative was to debate their philosophical and ethical mindsets over a cup of tea versus going into the fray. While that was a commendable effort, Lux felt that even if you reigned superiority in a certain area, a hubris filled child like the one standing before them would always assume victory, even with the talk of differing perspectives.

That wasn't what he saw in the man that he respected; he respected how the man rigorously stood his ground, put his own views as a person to the fire and came out unscathed in his eyes. He became one of the three magnets; wise and understanding, his points in telling the child what he was lacking were items he could agree on, even taking from two stories in Lux's mind.

However, even in the end, nothing would break the child's fortitude who strutted around, babbling about a menagerie of excrement and how his victory would be in hand if they bothered coming for him. Bah, the seething words were nothing but a farce to Lux! In a way, the beautiful lady calling him out on the law had to be right. But even so...

Lux glanced at the others in the vicinity, those who stepped on their spirits like sheep, those who follow a fool to their doom. Who was to say he wouldn't utilize his followers like tools? Who was to say he didn't bribe himself to the top, or rather paid someone to "train" his familiars? That's what Lux disliked about people of his blood; you don't know if they earned their respective position, or were born into it and abused it.

...

With that said, the three voices he focused on within, two of their declarations pellucid and resolve; the other, whilst stirring in the chaos, he wrapped around, fully understanding their plights. He smirked as the droves of people departed from their respectable places, each one intending for respite from the coming challenges... and the child too, of course. Lux drove his hands into his pockets, scanning the respective area for any other possible quarries to his claim all while the wrapped mist stood behind him, waiting for the oh so enigmatic guy to speak up; he usually did around now.

"Such ignorance and impudence within the child, despondent and foaming! Clawing at the chains; his heel his hubris! Ye who say they are slaves... the child has bless them with more potential than he thinks," he chortled to himself at the comment, obscuring a part of his face with one fell swoop of his hand after completing it. He quietly smiled as the spirit floated around, staring at the maniac of a master, one word in mind.

"... what?"

Motioning a fist to clear his throat, the masked man erected a finger to the heavens, smiling brightly. "Hah, must I explain in the turns of lay once more?" With that, he paused for a second, collecting his thoughts as the spirit rotated his head slightly, emulating the way eyes roll.

"He who considers them merely tools in a way are slaves to a master," exclaiming proudly, before flipping his hand over while pointing at his spirit. "Who has more power? The slave or the m-"

"Enough prose," Gerald motioned his claw in the air, "Why would the slave herald more power than the master exactly?"

"Ah, well... come come, I shall explain such reasonable views, but come come, we must retreat for the night to some modest lodgings!" Lux began his departure, traversing away from the scene as he bobbed his head in the direction out of the area. The spirit merely glided to the boy behind him, again questioning his unusual rational.

"Such tools as he treats them are slaves, correct? Well, how can there be a so called master without slaves? Or rather, 'tools,' as the child would say. What would they control?" Emphasizing tools in a mocking manner. Extending a claw out, he began shaking it with the palm outwards as he began his quizzing.

"Nothing, of course; I see where you are going with this, but they come to acknowledge a hierarchy; how do they have more power than them?"

"Reasoning and learning, of course," he quickly retorted back, giving a sharp smile as he stared back at the faceless void. "There's a reason why I prefer to call you my equal as a companion and denote the contract as a partnership, not one of forceful control. The 'tools' learn such rational power, they have the ability to break both the contract and hierarchy. With that result, they form a new contract with a more kinder, understanding companion. They are the ones who control whether or not the master remains a master... and since you haven't chosen to abandon me yet, so that speaks millions of things for both of us."

His optimism was astonishing, but yet it didn't seem Lux quite understood how-

"Unless the process requires the consent of both parties, in which case..."

Or maybe he did.

Silence pervaded the two as they traversed to a tavern, though Lux had to stop momentarily. He made a few grumbling sounds, alongside with gagging and shaking his head. In confusion, Gerald rushed over to check on the boy who was keeled over, feet slowly crawling with each step before he erupted in full force. "Augh, such speech is not habitual to the mysterious Lux! Bah, a pox against such a unusually forceful way to speak! It inflames the recesses of my throat, chills my torso, electrifies my lips!"

And he was back to normal with his almost incoherent rambling. As Lux began talking regularly while heading to a tavern, myriads of things crossed Gerald's mind on the topic of 'tool' and master. Would such spirits like him in the audience and control of the noble boy be subjective to a harsh decorum of training until broken and obedient?