The eyes of the soldier hardened.
"Join you?" he spat. "Never."
Psyder raised an eyebrow. With his left hand, he began releasing pulses of dread to wash over the soldiers in the cell.
"Would you rather die?" he asked simply.
For a moment, the soldier was speechless. Psyder could see the uncertainty exacerbated by his ability warring within him.
"Yes," he said at last, sounding far less confident than he had a moment ago. "Liberty or-"
He never finished his sentence.
The screams lasted even longer this time. Psyder kept up with his pulses of fear as he fed, inundating each of the remaining soldiers with unspeakable dread. When he finished, letting the withered corpse of the once-brave soldier fall to the ground, he turned to face them.
"Anyone else?" he said, letting his second Voice bleed through.
The soldiers looked at the withered corpse of their squadmate in silence. There was no response. Psyder grinned. Perfect.
"Alright," he said, "one at a time." He pointed at a random soldier. "You, come here."
The soldier looked as if he wanted to argue, but only glanced at the remains of Psyder's meal. He did not resist as Psyder led him out of the cell, up the stairs, and into the initiation room.