"He deserves it," Mason resolved.

"Deserved being brutalized? You made your point with the stab, the rest was unnecessary. You are a Guardian - you don't feel the cold embrace of death, none of you do, so why should you get so angry about him touching your immortal daughter? You've never watched your allies die in brutal combat, your sisters mauled to death, their blood splattering over you as you tried your best to avenge them.." [i]Victoria was seething with utmost fury at this point, still holding the Titan down, though her hate was concealed by her armor and helm.[/i] "You are [i]nothing[/i]. [i]Less[/i] than nothing. You slaughter alien races for your own pleasure, and know that they screech in despair once you return from your temporary deaths~ [i]You are no better than the vermin that serve Chaos, you wretched creature[/i]!"

"Now I feel like I actually deserve it. I hold no noble title," James muttered. Mason, who was a bit riled up, now was completely put down. Losing whatever rage he had to a long, pained sigh. "You're right," he muttered.

[i]Victoria went silent for a moment, before sighing. She raised Mason up, letting go of him cautiously.[/i] "...Will he be fine?" [i]She muttered, staring down at James.[/i]