[Funkduder]

"So the servants of Sheol can read minds as well." Michael thought behind his block. He wasn't sure if the block would hold against the type force this man uses to read minds, but nonetheless, he kept it held.
"Or perhaps it's the principles of those kingdoms long dead that drive them on," he said to the two men, sliding his mind into his reserves of knowledge. "You said so yourself that there are two types of people in the world. Among the stereotypically named darkness and light there are people who value different things: themselves, the ones they love, their honor. And those looking for the greater good find themselves out numbered by those, who's principles lead them into conflict because the way they do things, and the way they want others to do things, is different. Most importantly, those groups, when acting as one group, do so much more then the individuals and people fear that, whether alone or united like in the times before the calamity." Michael puased to catch his breath. "I don't think the general population generally practices the slaying of creatures because some 'empty kingdom' tells them to, but rather it is because they dissapprove of the action those creatures exhibit, whether within their nature or not, that they slay and become martyrs within the slaying."
He left a puase in his words notifying the group that he shared his bit.
"Now then, what have you all decided? Will we stay together or seperate and to where shall we trav-?" Michael noted the blind man walking out of the door out into the night. He wanted him to stay, but he knew better than to go after him.