I stared at him for a moment. What truly horrified me was not what he said, but it was how he said it. So cold, so matter of fact, so consigned to the current state of affairs - either I was to rebuke it, or concede that nothing was to be done.

Yet, what could I do? What could I say? I had seen firsthand the devastation he wreaked - as much as it was brutal, it was also swift and efficient. Was it really that much better to have him on our side? Wouldn't it be better, for both their souls and for humanity, if someone just removed him from the equation all together?

Father, perhaps sensing my unease, then added: "He will stay on our side, Damian. In the few times I have spoken with him, he has had but three wants: women, weapons, and wealth. So long as he has each in ample amount, he won't care about trying to usurp us."

[Ahh there's something more here but I can't figure it out.]