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[Dorian]

Betrayal. That was always a fun demon. And as one who had betrayed a friend, and been betrayed by his family, he felt a sort of kinship to the man. It was after all why he was really here. Nox had lost an arm because of him. But the boy didn't blame him. He didn't even blame the Atharim. The blame lie in the monsters who took it from him. Nox would always be a better man. Dorian was not a hunter, and he now saw the look in Martin's eyes everytime they would need. Dorian was a friend, but he was beneath Martin. The man had become High Inquisitor. And then on to an Archangel with a new title. Martin had known his betrayal too. Dorian's doubt lingered under the understanding nod he gave the man. "As both betrayer and betrayed, I say give them a chance to explain. It will allow you to possibly understand, but it will make them feel better too. You can still feel the same. but maybe with a greater insight to the person. And yourself." Dorian was sure that his advice would fall on the same dead ear as he said it to himself. Pride was something very difficult to get over. And even in the dulled state of mind, Dorian knew his family had betrayed him because he had betrayed them first. It was an never ending circle. "The circle of betrayals will never end without understanding."