Blackfoot Forest I sense a darkness in you...

He could risk his downfall on the topic of love, subjecting himself to its mercy. He could be that man who was snatched onto the honey trap, never to break free. But if such were to happen, would be be able to lead anything dealing with the Brotherhood?

Slade listened to Meldresi, his hellish state understanding her face, his auds her words. They made sense. Of course they did. And this woman had convinced on matters that made him scoff once. 
He understood.

After the ebony beauty had admitted her viewpoint, he remained silent. What was there he could say? Silence. Silence meant alot to him. 
His face was one of evident weighing of options, but it was clear his choice.
And he would indeed have to come back to BlackFeather.