Talon smiled when he learned that he would be responsible for a 'special task'.
"I'm listening..."
He thought aloud,
"Hmm... five people at death's door... I wonder who will be worthy enough to survive..."
Talon raised his voice in response to what Rita and Starlow had said.
"Life isn't fair, deal with it."
If life was fair, he wouldn't have had to live in the slums of Noxus for most of his life, barely making ends meet through various criminal activities.
When he was about to turn his attention away from them, he suddenly glared at Starlow. It was clear that he was disgusted by the foreign creature. He could practically sense the frailty and weakness emanating from her body.
His attention was then caught by Radec.
He looked at the man, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"A soldier? Impressive..."
Talon destroyed The Doctor's hopes when he said, deadpanned,
"Not so fast, old man. I never compromise..."
He then examined the people at his mercy, trying to determine who was the weakest. He was going to ask them what their weapon of choice was, but that wasn't necessary. It was clear who was the most feeble of the group.
As he spoke, he tried to make his contempt for the weak less obvious, but he didn't really do a good job. Before, he had tried to keep his reputation in check... but at this point he didn't really care.
"Starlow has nothing to offer but weakness; they can't even hold a blade! For this reason, they must sacrifice themself for the ones who are more worthy."
He turned to look at The Doctor, anticipating a response.
"Don't even think about contesting my choice. It is clear that I am correct, now matter how harsh I may seem."
He looked at everyone else who paid attention to him.
"Only the strongest survive. That is the Noxian way."
