The warnings in that voice, the fear it tries to evoke in him, is disregarded without pause. Ruin has faced down more powerful, more frightening beings than Yrael, and his own immortality gives him a certain feeling of security.

And so he steps to the side, again placing him in Yrael's path.

"I think, Yrael, that it is you who doesn't want to talk because you'll have to verbally admit what both of us know." His eyes flash, like liquid silver in the moonlight. "He's up there, snorting coke off the carpet while Nathaniel tries not to weep at the hopelessness of it all. Your words... touched nothing."