"I don't believe in coincidences," Lucien said not looking down at the man from his rock. "That is why I'm inclined to think that I saw a fire of sorts in your eyes. The fire of ambition, or the fire of a demon within? Perhaps they are one and the same. I don't speak of tangible demons. I find myself tired of every inhabitant of this place wielding their powers like a child's toy, with no regard for others as they play God. Maybe you fancy yourself a hero and see me as some heinous villain. You're no different from the rest, if so." He continues to polish his blade with his rag. "Do not think that you showing your demons is intimidation."