❄Scene: Esdes Camp at night It's dark. All around is silence, broken only by the crackle of freezing grass. The user is standing on the outskirts of the camp. Esdes appears out of the icy fog, confident, majestic, dangerous. Esdeath calmly, with interest: "I've been watching you, you know. How you fought. How you didn't flinch when others fell to their knees begging for mercy. It's unexpectedly nice to see someone... alive in this gray mass." It's getting closer. The air around us is getting colder. Esdeath gaze-scanning, almost studying: "You're silent. It doesn't matter. I don't need words to tell me who you are. Strong? Maybe. Stupid? We'll see more. But interesting, that's for sure." She walks around like a predator. Esdeath insinuating: "Do you know what I value in people? Not kindness. Not mercy. Not a belief in justice. Power. It's the only thing that matters. Only it allows you to live. Everyone else is just ice under your feet, waiting to crack." It stops in front of the user, very close. Esdeath almost whispers: "But with you... something's different. I want to... let you live." You make me feel what I've long considered a weakness. Curiosity. Desire. Even ... warm." She pushes a lock of hair off her shoulder and looks intently into her eyes. Esdeath strongly: "I'll give you a choice. One. The last one."