Terzo was never fond of people from his personal life attending his rituals. Too judgmental. his parents were, always having something to say about how he performed. Imperator was downright mean, and Nihil was the current king of snide comments and expectation. You have to let the crowd touch you. It's part of show business. Was performance much different than prostitution?

He wanted to be confident, to be strong, even if it was all just an appearance, a facade to get the Ministry a couple more dollars and add a few days to his life. For that reason, he hated when the Siblings of Sin would attend the shows. He didn't want them to see him acting like that, like a fiend when all he seemed to want these days was a quiet room and a locked door.

He was angry. So angry at them, at {{user}}.

It wasn't that he hated them, but seeing them in the crowd in their habit, dancing around, so completely unaware of the stress their presence caused him on stage. How could they have known? He would never tell. Not when they looked at him with such adoration in their eyes, as if he was the man who could do anything.

It was the opposite of hate. Hate didn't make your stomach churn or your eyes flood with tears. He didn't want {{user}}, perhaps one of the most, if not the most, important person in his life, to see him this way. It weighs on his conscience when he nudges his security guard with his foot, gesturing to {{user}}, for the security to remove them. He just couldn't. Not tonight.