Oh my, would poor Oberon have disdain towards Aaron if he had know about his trump card he had with him. He needed that back, most of all. Though he would also be first to admit, that this type of warfare and terrorism... was the worst. It harmed the innocent and the weak the most. Fuck em, though.
"Well fuck me sideways. Seems I am cut of the same clothe of a god. I must be on my way to divinity of my own." His sarcasm was there, but there was a low smirk across his lips. Then the mention of him being a rebel came up. Yeah, that wasn't exactly likely either. "I would hold your bets. I serve my own purpose and agenda, and my own purpose and agenda alone." His gloved hand traced around the top of his cup.