A Hardened Heart
Michaelis makes the decision to fight with Origin and kill his own species.
"Michaelis, you can't be serious!" He cringed slightly at the worried voice beside him, closing his eyes stubbornly. "They took everything from me. ...Now I'll take everything from them." "They're DYING!!" Alexa's frenzied voice nearly screamed. His eyes flew open, his hardened expression turning to look at her. "That's their own fault." His voice was quiet, but sharp. Sharp enough to impale her heart. Sharp enough to let her know he wouldn't be swayed. "You're really going to let them..."
Michaelis narrowed his crimson eyes, a scythe made of energy forming in one hand. "You don't have to watch. You don't have to be here. ...But you know I'm not like you." He brushed past her, whispering hoarsely. "And I don't have a drop of pity for them."
She could only watch as he strode out across the blackened battlefield, ending one defenseless Naguul's life after another. And she could do nothing to save any of them.
The white and black scarf that used to bring her warm, familiar memories of happy faces and cheerful talk, now waved in the wind, stained and splattered with innocent life, serving as a warning. A beacon to all those who were sick. He had no pity to spare them.