He said nothing right away in response to the statement of his fellow Blackthorns. Who gave a shit about parentage, anyway. His mother was an old ice witch that liked to get busy with those who held true power. Aside from her appearance in his dreams as a youth and her cryptic messages about finding the other Blackthorns, he knew and cared little about her. The only beef Strifes held was that hunters had simply stolen a life he could he had. And to steal from a king was the highest treason, in his books. The crimson-eyed Blackthorn finally broke a smile at Amen's words. He found it funny how those with power talk the most, or perhaps it was simply a trait of those who shared the Blackthorn blood. Regardless, Amen's words rang hollow in the mind of Strifes, his mother was dead therefore getting pissed wasn't gonna solve anything.
Almost right after Amen's bold attempt at personal humor, Omen began to speak. It was obvious who the brains was in this situation. She made a simple remark in regards to Amen's words, before addressing Strifes himself. A slight lectured ensued shortly after. Strifes face changed yet again as a puzzled look crossed his face, "Do you think I have been looking for those that share my blood, for the hell of it," he said in response to Omen's own reason's behind her search; little information though it was. This was slowly turning into a drawn out insult in the eyes of Strifes. He knew the importance of finding the others, he spent the majority of the last millennium doing so. Between being called a child, a fool, and questioning his direction; Strifes was reaching the limit to his patience. However, this too he hid behind that confused expression he held as he tried to figure out why these fools failed to see that. Even when the cold air emitted from her, he maintained his composure. He could feel her power, though the cold did not bother it was the presence it held that caught him. Being not to far removed from demon himself, Strifes recognized her for what she was. A demon.
Finally, the younger Blackthorn was once again flexing his powers, as if it were a threat. This time, however, it was directed at Amen. This made Strifes smirk, slightly almost as if he were forcing it. The boy had heart, that much was for certain. After his little speech about never insulting his family, Strifes chose this moment to step in. "Bare your fangs at those that deserve it, fool," he said plainly, "This is your family, dysfunctional as it is." Shortly after his statement, the human spoke up again. Addressing his departure as if it held meaning to the rest. He ignored the human and went on, diverting his attention to Omen who was the apparent mouthpiece of the two elder Blackthorns. "In regards to your statement, Omen, I have no questions. I have no clue why the hell I followed the words of a dead woman to find you all, but here I am. So save the snide remarks and history lesson, and lets get to the point," Strifes said, his eyes trailing back to Amen at the mention of snide remarks and history lesson. He then turned his attention back to Omen, "As I said, I have a war to wage. So lets get to the part where you tell us what you really want, since a family reunion hardly seems like the purpose here."