[Well if they had any doubts that the Vakama they knew was still here, the way his expression just deadens the longer the rant goes on should be an easy indicator, even if the Matoran around him start to mutter in confusion.]

However dangerous its warning, spew from the mouth of a volcano cannot parade itself to be rain when it is only hot air.

[He waves over one of the guards to start firmly handing out orders, some semblance of reigning in the chaos and pulling the villagers out of their frightened, frozen state. The guards disperse, torches slowly starting to relight, uneasy glances over shoulders as some are herded back to their homes and some run back to previous posts - not unlike a hive slowly falling straight back into careful motion.

The Turaga bores his gaze back into Void Archive, eyes narrowed as he starts to walk back towards the gate, a weak attempt to whack them on the back of the leg again in passing, voice significantly quieter but not losing its sharpness.]

Logic or otherwise, you paint yourself as nothing more than a danger this way, not something of awe or respect. [Every word is clipped, because oooooh how he could explode on this stupid stupid cube again if he weren't aware of the hundreds of eyes on both of them...]

If you wish to talk, it will not happen here.