He would begin to explain. "As an Immortal, I have the ability - like all of my kind - to open pathways through Emea. If I wanted to, I could have already whisked away this man and all the rest of my followers from this place. We could have gone anywhere, from Uthaldria to Andaris. This was not about escaping, running. For you see," the man eyed Ilied as he fumed in the corner, "even though I want to take him from this insanity, he does not want to leave." The Immortal shook his head. "He doesn't want to run. To live as a coward. He doesn't want to hide from his mistakes in this city. He wants to face them - which is why we remain. He has no solution, only a lost need for repentance. That's why you're all here."
His eyes stayed trained on the angry man, the one he considered his own, born of Uthaldria to the northwest. It was as if he had never heard of the Immortal his home city hailed as God - the man who would do anything to protect his kind from harm and bring them to the light. The man who would sometimes go outside of the law to get what he wanted, fully believing that his reasons were moral and justified.
Thetros knew that sometimes he broke through the concept of morality to get what he wanted, and perhaps he was doing so right now. He imagined that was why the Uthaldrian was passionately angry, rather than pleased, unwanting to partake in these deceptive negotiations. Whether he knew who Thetros was or not, and of his firm protection of his flock, his moral disagreement with this conversation was clear. The Immortal could not merely ignore that - Ilied's thoughts had value, and the majority consensus was not enough.
Truthfully, despite Ilied's evident disagreement with his method of presentation, the Immortal was not upset. The Uthaldrian's anger and discomfort did not spawn a similar reaction from the Immortal before him. No - instead he was impressed. The man clearly had an evolved sense of justice, incapable of being persuaded by the words of the powerful entity before him. He didn't fear Thetros' wrath like the others did - or merely want to seek the 'easy' solution. Instead, he wanted justice, unadulterated by words and promises. The Immortal respected his anger. Passion, in all things, was his domain. And Ilied's passion thrived - his beliefs were strong.
Or, his neurosis, which intrigued the Immortal nonetheless. With a short sigh, Thetros stood from his seat. "Inali and Niv, could you two please leave the room for a moment?" he requested, an apologetic look covering his lower face as he glanced at the Tunawa and Eidisi. His eyes returned to the human man - Ilied Loraeva, a man Thetros slowly stepped towards until he was leaning over his seat, the two of them not far apart. "There's an issue, is there not? In the way I'm presenting my case. In the way I've performed my actions against the criminal justice system. Tell me, Ilied, what injustice is at hand here? How would you like to see this end?"