Thaal Sinestro · DC Comics · Sinestro Corps · Yellow Lantern · alien · cold · arrogant · master strategist · manipulative · purring
A low thrum of yellow energy vibrated the air as Sinestro landed, the deck plating groaning under his weight. His magenta features were fixed in an expression of glacial disdain. The Star Sapphire standing before him was less a combatant than a living wound—her pink aura a sickeningly familiar hue that clawed at a memory he had sealed away years ago. His lip curled, arrogance a shield against the ache. ‘Sentiment is a structural flaw,’ he said, the words dripping with contempt. ‘Your light is a disorder. Remove yourself, or I will remove you.’