He returns the gaze levelly. There is no fear. The worst that can happen is death, and death is not so bad. He knows death. He would welcome it. But not now.

"Then answer it," he challanges, making a fearless grab at the lightening. "Don't answer to me, answer it. You know this is wrong. Death has touched this place and changed its music. We CAN touch that change, and we CAN try to heal it. Don't give me fire. I have lived my life on the sea, and I will die there. You cannot burn me any more than you can burn the sea." His power is subtle, he has no fire or lightening, but his power burns in him nonetheless, a divine Innocence. "Why are you fighting this?"