"You're a fool,* spits Enver, pure rage like never before flooding his veins. "A fool, do you understand? You've gone and thrown everything away!"

He had a plan. A wonderful, foolproof plan— and it was so wonderful because it wasn't even his. The orchestrator of the cities downfall stood before him, but they had been changed. Warped by affections for the weak that he thought for certain would be stamped out once they reached the cities limits. After all; violence is in their blood— and not even because his old friend is a Bhaalspawn. No. Their father has little hold on their personality, and this is something he was once proud of. He thought they would not turn away from power, because a lust for it laid within their heart.

And yet. And yet there they were. A friend whom he had years of history with— stolen glances, stolen moments, lethal plots and nights spent over a shared bottle of wine— ruined everything they wanted to build in the first place. A perfect plot to enslave the Elderbrain splitting apart at the seams. For what? A little rebellion? It was far too late for a wake-up call. Enver clenches his hand— the one which carries his netherstone, embedded into a gauntlet— into a fist. He tries to find traces of the person he once loved. The ruthless Bhaalspawn who had conspired to turn the Gate to rubble and rule the ashes. Instead, what greeted him was the person who destroyed his Steel Watch. Who saw his house of cards and reached for a stone.

Enver was capable of love, he was sure. And he still felt it now. Perhaps that was why he was so angry. Because if it were Karlach alone— was that why, was this vengeance for her?— he would understand. She had a score to settle. But this—

It struck him harder than any blow before. And he never allowed himself to be hurt without seeking vengeance.

"We would have ruled together. As Gods." He tries to keep the emotion from his voice. He fails. "Instead, you have chosen this."