To the people, Oric Halgern was a god.
"My King... These terrorists, the Destrian Shadows... They have been taking out more and more posts in New Salfir. I tried speaking sense to the officials at the Citadel, but they will not listen. I need your support, my lord. My plan to stop these fiends won't fail... But I need your support. And perhaps, your special collection of troops. The small group that we have been recruiting."
Caedus could tell what Oric was thinking by the look on his face. Suddenly, Caedus's eyes turned a feral yellow, and his voice dropped an octave as he spoke.
"We don't need them. It is my turn now. It's mine! We can take them out ourselvers! think about it... Our names will go down in history forever! We can be even more famous than them! We don't need them!"
He stopped for a moment after seeing the look of surprise on Oric's face. Caedus's eyes returned to normal along with his voice, and he coughed a moment, blinking as if he was dizzy or confused. He blushed, embarrassed by his arrogant forward approach. He regained his composure after a few moments, and returned his gaze to Oric.
"These terrorists can be taken down by us. My parents have been through enough without having to worry about me. Leave my mother and father out of this."