All was silent and still in that instant, and I saw
him struggling inwardly: would he detonate the anionizers and make good
his long awaited plan, or would he retreat and leave the city unharmed,
for though I was wearing the electron reflecting suit, the collapse of
all the high rise buildings would litter the ground with debris from
them, and all on the ground would be crushed. Would he spare me from
death, or his people? In that instant his face spoke more than many
others' do in their entire lifetime. It was cut through with a
contrasting countenance, and yet inside of his eyes there was something
foreign to them shining through, something that I had never seen on his
fretless features before: evil intent. I could not tell if it was
natural to them and simply well hidden, or if it was an alien
expression, but it was fearfully expressed, and his eyes seemed to say,
even at that great distance, that he took a third course, that he would
save me, but not for my sake, instead for his peoples'. And then it
passed, for he looked away, replaced the remote to his belt, and leapt
to the ground, where the other Canitaurs were awaiting him. I saw him no
more until the situation was much changed.
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