"Emilien, you may not like it, but our destinies are entwined. My mother has prepared me for this my entire life, I was born for this. You can't deny it, or us. If we join we will have unlimited power, unlimited magic. No one will stop us, defy us, hurt us," Roman whispered as he crowded closer to Emilien, one arm braced on the wall, the other reaching up to stroke Emilien's cheek. "Your mother bred you like some science experiment, she's killed how many of your brothers and sisters to perfect you? She's a murderer, and she's only using you to get more power." Emilien kept his wand raised, his power drawn tight about him like the strings of an instrument. "My mother is strong, the most powerful witch I've known, and to defy her, to cross her is a death sentence. She will only tolerate your games for so long before finds another way. I like you, Would joining me be so difficult? Am I that repulsive?" Emilien shivered slightly, Rowan's power was pressing against his, sending sparks across his skin. It was difficult to not abandon his will altogether. He had to remember Rowan had as much to gain as his mother, and the fact that Lyandra had sacrificed her own children to enhance and magnify her powers only reinforced Emilien's suspicions that this wasn't about her seeing Rowan fulfill the prophecy, but about her only increasing her magic "No, Rowan. I will never be a part of yours and your mother's plan.My magic is not a tool for you to use. We will never join powers," Emilien growled as he pushed past Rowan and walked to the door, making sure it slammed behind him, hoping Rowan got the message.