"So, you will give me power, knowing in the end it will only lead to my doom," Nyxara chuckled.
"Why is that so strange?" Eos replied, "Did you not do the same thing to me as I grew up? I only took the things you have unknowingly taught me and applied them in a manner that suits my needs."
Nyxara suddenly stopped laughing and looked at him suspiciously. "Now, why do I think this benefits you in more ways than you speak?"
"I could say the same to you," Eos countered, "Your actions reek of desperation and madness, Nyxara. Despite the power you are bound to gain from the deaths of your siblings, you must know of their uses… but, you no longer care, don't you?"
