Aleron's eyes flit rapidly from Cade to Beleth to the other guard that he doesn't have in a restraining hold. He's weighing his options and trying to decide if he can use this to effect an escape. Four on one are not good odds when one is not screaming on the inside in agony, much less when hindered by the red burning one alive and haunting with a song that won't go away. Still, Cade is looking remarkably healthy and hale which means he's likely been on a steady feed of lyrium... and he can still set that on fire in a Templar's veins.
"You're wasting your time. I'll tell you nothing."
He means it. Aleron has endured beatings, torture, threats against those he loves, threats against himself. Nothing yet has coerced him into cracking. Too much more of the physical abuses will clearly finish him off, taking whatever knowledge he's hoarding to himself with him to the Maker's side. What he doesn't bother with is hiding the expression of scathing disappointment he feels at all of them colluding with the enemy. (Nevermind that colluding is why everyone else in this situation is in good health, moderately sane, and not in a cell... and he is clearly not.) There's rebuke mingled with pity being leveled at both Beleth and Cade.
But in the directive to release the guard? Aleron does so, by throwing the pinned guard into the wall, head first. He crumples to the ground, not dead, but the poor sod will have a brutal headache in the morning when he comes to. That leaves three to deal with.
The other guard starts to inch in with a hand out, "Just come along quiet-like and nobody has to get hurt." Ah well someone already has. "Nobody else." This fellow would really like his shift to be over and go home with all his parts intact. See, Seeker? No touchy. Open door. Walk right on out with the nice lady and trembly Templar.
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"You're wasting your time. I'll tell you nothing."
He means it. Aleron has endured beatings, torture, threats against those he loves, threats against himself. Nothing yet has coerced him into cracking. Too much more of the physical abuses will clearly finish him off, taking whatever knowledge he's hoarding to himself with him to the Maker's side. What he doesn't bother with is hiding the expression of scathing disappointment he feels at all of them colluding with the enemy. (Nevermind that colluding is why everyone else in this situation is in good health, moderately sane, and not in a cell... and he is clearly not.) There's rebuke mingled with pity being leveled at both Beleth and Cade.
But in the directive to release the guard? Aleron does so, by throwing the pinned guard into the wall, head first. He crumples to the ground, not dead, but the poor sod will have a brutal headache in the morning when he comes to. That leaves three to deal with.
The other guard starts to inch in with a hand out, "Just come along quiet-like and nobody has to get hurt." Ah well someone already has. "Nobody else." This fellow would really like his shift to be over and go home with all his parts intact. See, Seeker? No touchy. Open door. Walk right on out with the nice lady and trembly Templar.