"What do you want?"
The question opened floodgates.
"I want the blessed one to suffer. Publicly. The way I suffered. I want Roshan to see his mistake. To realize he chose wrong. I want the panthers GONE. Back to proper tribal separation." Darius's voice grew stronger with each word. "And I want power. Real power. Not just elder status. INFLUENCE. I want to matter again."
He paused, the darkest desire rising to the surface, the one he'd been imagining since the moment this conversation started.
