Ander was beginning to get annoyed. For someone who came here to speak with him, it seemed a lot like he was doing most the talking, and he didn't like to talk a lot anyways.
"THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" he shouted. "I have less than three days, THREE, before she is executed.... This never involved her, but unless I do something we will BOTH be dead. Can't you see? The Jailers see us as a threat, a forbidden magic that needs to be extinguished. A tool made to get a job done and then destroyed so that no one can use it against them."
Ander was quiet for a moment after his short outburst. He pulled his hood back and off his head and looked Cilia straight in the eye. Instead of the normal expressionless face that he had learned to master, or even a look of anger, he had face that was wrought in anguish. "I know my fate," he said pointing at his chest, "But I can change what is to become of my sister's. She doesn't have to die, and I won't let her...." he calmed down before he finished, "I will come for the fire crystal from that dragon slayer. Don't try to stop me, Cilia."
A look of confusion came about his brow as he somehow remembered her name, but he quickly threw up his hood and jumped away, out of sight, unwilling to continue the conversation after the strange occurrence.
Dremmick was still cleaning his knife to perfection as her returned in time to catch the end of the exchange. He sheathed his knife. "Odd... isn't that the exact phrase he said the last time we all parted ways?"