"If thou wouldst merely take the proper time to let thyself think and consider what thou hath observed, then might thou see I am no threat to thee." Khel was growing irritated now, not at the confinement he was facing, but rather the man's sheer unwavering stupidly stubborn self-assured conclusions.

"I am no Black Lantern. I am a Death Knight, an undead warrior and one of twelve in existence. My name is Khel no'Gran, and I seek atonement for a sin five and ten centuries past." He placed his hand against the force field, the gauntlets restored. The old shame of what he was and the things he had done over the millennia surged, and he hung his head.

"I am no danger to thee. And believe me, were thou capable of truly destroying me, I might have welcomed it."