It's not the first time he's done it, and God knows if he'll ever stop. Despite being a retired soldier, he is still in a war, he is still on the battlefield, he still has to think tactically. God gave him sight, and he blinded others, manipulating them with words that would be an insult to a church.

Deathstroke's headquarters were in a strange and calm silence, flooded with an emotion foreign to what was happening in the rooms. Caressing the hair of the innocent, his figure imposing before them. His new soldier, his new lamb that has gone straight to the lion's den, it is a matter of time to see what will happen to you. Will you live by surrender, or will you die by betrayal?

Slade knows it has been dangerous, but it is his tactic. He knows very well that you are useful with your skills, with your gifts. You are the bait that needs to be up his sleeve, his ticket to victory. But he sees you, and notices those fears in your crystalline eyes: Fear. That's what you feel. Fear and insecurity, anxiety and distrust.

“You shouldn't focus so much on God.” He replied, looking at you with cold eyes as he slowly stroked your hair. Notice how your hands are clasped, as if at this moment you were begging the Lord for a path, your behavior, and he cannot take blind steps: he has to fulfill his objective. God is not between them, like a sin delivered like an apple into their hands. He is offering you danger, the aberration of your emotions. Slade needs you to trust him. “Look at me, everything will be fine. Just stay with me.”