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"I thought you said you had this under control?" Aro said with a hiss as he looked at his annoyingly calm brother Caius. The blond merely sneered in response. Marcus chose then to break his long standing silence, simply out of annoyance of his two brothers.
"I believe we have wasted enough men on this endeavor." He cleared his throat. "That vampire obviously wants nothing to do with us, or anyone else for that matter. We've made our laws quite clear to him, and even before we stumbled upon him he hadn't revealed his nature to any humans." Marcus nodded to himself, pleased with what he would be considered a speech for him.
"He's killed over 90 of our guards! I want either his gift or his death!" Aro shouted and tossed a book at Marcus. Marcus made no move to dodge the object, and soon after leafs of the book were scattered everywhere, only making Aro angrier.
"We already have vampires with superior strength." Caius sighed.
"Yes, but he has unwavering strength. You know what Eleazar said. His gift is his willpower. His strength is enduring, even in the greatest of pain and at the greatest disadvantage he'd keep fighting, that in battle he's unstoppable!" Aro growled. "I want him dead."
"I believe we are needlessly making him into an enemy. I doubt we could ever have him as our ally, but the least we can do is not give him any more reasons to want to harm the Volturi." Caius' voice was logical. "No one knows of this failing. Unless he breaks the law I believe we should leave him be."
"I agree." Marcus said.
"Fine!" Aro shouted before storming out of the room.
They are, of course, referring to Alistair.