[@Jeyma][@Arkaotic][@Soragoku]

Daewyn crossed his arms and Sybil walked over hearing the centaur talk, and Sybil tilted her head, actually intrigued by what she had to say. She looked at Daewyn, wondering what he had to say about the claim of gods and following the Nephilim. He'd made it clear to her a long time ago that he would never follow a side, though he had never said why. It was just his reaction towards those who tried to sway him towards one side of the other. The ones that he nearly killed for that reason.
[Color=teal]"Careful, dear, you're going to hurt yourself talking so much,"[/color] he said coolly, [color=teal]"But no. I've seen enough of both sides to convince neither are worth my efforts. I seek something more.... base than gods and religion. I'm after knowledge. Sure there are plenty of books and things to learn outside the Institute's walls, but what I seek lies there,"[/color] before looking towards the Nephilim, [color=teal]"I realize I came off a certain way, but I couldn't retain my excitement at the chance of finding those halls finally. I don't seek it out like some basic library, the knowledge there is....too important to treat it as such. But there are things in this world that can only be explained by texts within the Institute. Plus, my comrade here seeks answers to her own mysteries. She cannot recall anything of who she was, and simple magic has not been able to correct the problem,"[/color] he motioned to Sybil, who fidgeted a bit, not liking that knowledge being made public, [color=teal]"My uncle, Nero Zaheer, says he once had the pleasure of being within those halls- he himself follows your ways- and he said that there were records that might assist in that matter, as she was clearly a soldier at some point from her skill with a sword being almost natural to her, though he is too busy in his wandering ways to go there himself to look for those answers for us,"[/color] he explained.
Sybil looked towards the Nephilim, holding the bottle in her hands a bit tighter. Something about them felt.... familiar to her, but she certainly couldn't place it, but she felt the need to speak, especially to the one she had mouthed off to, [color=crimson]"I.... I wasn't necessarily... siding with the Fleshspinner, but... I don't feel like he should have had to die simply because of what he was. There was no provocation to fight from him, he wasn't threatening anyone,"[/color] she said in a quieter voice than before, though she did not look away from them, [color=crimson]"There is enough tension as there is, and these people don't need to be in the midst of when than tension snaps,"[/color] she said, referring to the people of the village.
Daewyn looked at her, raising a brow at the latter statement she made. But he didn't comment aloud on it. He simply looked back to those they were talking to and wondered how they might take it. He wasn't lying about his uncle. Nero and Amera both had joined the Nephilim ranks, their skills with magic and in battle almost unparalleled- they both wielded nature as if it within itself was a sword. But he couldn't buy into the idea of joining sides. No side was perfect, each had their flaws in his opinion, and those flaws were enough to keep him at a distance. Their treatment of each other, regardless of if there was an actual fight going on, was proof of those flaws. They shamelessly brandished threats and swords in public arenas, not caring if people who weren't a part of their conflict got caught in the cross hairs. Whether the Nephilim were the "keepers of the law" or not, he did not care for their philosophy. He would support them more than the other, but we would never "Join" them.  Sybil on the other hand did not particularly feel the need to swear allegiance to anything. There was plenty going on in the world than wondering which God was about to try and claim "justice" next. She also just felt like there was something already there, something she was trying to remember, but it was so far out of her reach it was almost migraine inducing trying to dig it out.