Lenier
Lenier regarda hors du coin de l'œil plusieurs des Daybreakers partir, impatients d'arriver à la surface et au combat. Il ne pouvait pas les blâmer pour ça, puisqu'il avait fait la même chose beaucoup de fois. Il semblait qu'il était juste d'humeur charitable aujourd'hui, quand il est descendu à elle. Pas que Nirema a approuvé, selon toute vraisemblance.
Après quelques instants, il s'est joint aux autres pour se diriger vers la surface, ne se déplaçant pas pour dépasser ceux qui étaient allés de l'avant mais se tenant à peu près près près du milieu de la meute. S'ils voulaient sauver ces gens, ils pourraient être les premiers dans le feu. Il n'allait pas les empêcher de faire ce qu'ils voulaient tant qu'ils avaient la même courtoisie.
Il y avait une chose qui lui est venue à l'esprit au fur et à mesure qu'il se déplaçait. "Alors, qu'est-ce que vous faites?" il a demandé alors. Il ne s'est pas ennuyé s'ils voulaient garder une surprise, mais si Lenier pouvait aussi les empêcher de le tuer - accidentellement ou autrement - tout en combattant un Tyrant, alors il serait très reconnaissant.
Il verrait comment ils ont réagi.
"Fear has been the only constant of my long life. Fear of discovery. Fear of death. Fear of the Scarlet Moon. Fear of Tyrants. In ancient times there was a saying: 'There is nothing to fear but fear itself.' Heed this, Tyrants, for I will become fear."
Abraham "Abe" Blaser
Epitaph: "I am Fear Itself"
The thing Abe desires most in this world is to look into the eyes of a Tyrant and see true fear like they themselves inspire in man.
It is rare, outside of the Lastlights, to see a man as old as I. Perhaps I should be grateful I have lived this long. I have seen so many places, met so many wonderful people. Yet I have seen those places burn; witnessed those wonderful people die helpless. I have never thought of giving up life, but I have met so many who have. Shells of humans who exist solely because they know not what else to do. I cannot help but be affected by the depths of despair I see each time I look into the eyes of a starving child, or hear the manic screams of a mother whose children have perished. It is no blessing to have lived this long. I have seen more pain, more fear, more horror than most men... but I have also seen beauty. Families smiling together in their underground homes. Children laughing and playing in the streets of humanity's subterranean shelters. These things are the reason I persist. If I can allow for more good in the world; if my actions can result in a few more moments of happiness for someone, somewhere, then the pain of this long life will have been worth it.
As I gaze out upon this ruined world, at the Tyrant laying waste to the remnants of a great city where families once lived and children once played, I feel a twinge of pity. For the long dead denizens of the metropolis, yes, but also for the unnatural beast thrashing and convulsing in the distance unaware of my presence. It has only known anger and destruction in its immortal life, and I cannot show it love or compassion, for it is too alien to understand these things. I must introduce it to something more familiar, more like the feelings it is accustomed to inspiring in others. Soon it will know me, for I am fear itself.
-From the Journal of Abraham Blaser, Daybreaker