Xanatos had given any concept of morality up long ago, as he heard the screams of the imprisoned imports. That could have been him. That wasn't going to be him. He was going to make sure of it. So, he sold his soul to the government. He had risen up through the ranks of the Secret Police and, after one failed attempt at double-crossing, had put a lid on his treacherous ways. Mostly. He still concocted elaborate plans in his head, plans that he knew he would never implement.

Besides, he actually enjoyed this. He still could build. After all, the government always wanted better prisons. He finally had his exosuit and was constantly tweaking and adjusting it, making it better for combat, better to catch rogue imports. And Khisanth...she was something else. He idly looked back on his past sometimes, trying to befriend the gargoyles, and that made him laugh. She was so much better than anything he had seen back home. She was stronger, more powerful and, unlike Goliath, actually got along with him.

He was older now, gray creeping into his beard and ponytail. He still tried to keep in top physical condition but he had noticed he was getting slower, that his reflexes had dulled slightly. Oh well. All the more incentive to work harder. Besides, the exosuit would fix some of the defencies.

He visited the prisons now and then, partly to talk with the prisoners and partly just to remind himself that those people could have been him. He made the right choice.