"That is... I..." Calibri was confused.
"Your majesty. You really have one of three choices. Listen to me and live, or don't listen and die as a mortal without ascension, or fail and be sent to heaven. It really is up to you."
Calibri fiddled with his hands.
"Only those from the underworld should be using the dark parts of their souls and... Let's say you are right. If this 'dark flare' has been poisoning me, why am I only seeing the blood like that now? I checked it less than a year ago last-"
"And what did you find?" Xavier asked, leaning against the tree.
Calibri looked at him wearily. "It ferments when I am ill internally... And when it is external it rots in minutes."
Xavier sighed.
"Do you really think it's only when you're ill that it ferments? Your majesty, think a little. Do you think you'd be sickly if it only rotted when you got hurt?"
