Soul Reaver is trying to figure out how Gulgrim is going to react to the Shation's retreat.
If he goes barrelling straight toward the portal, then all is good and right with the world.
But if it looks like he's going to murderize everyone in the same room as him instead, Soul Reaver will make an attempt to steer him in the right direction.

Hoping ShadowChorus will post so I can respond accordingly.

The Tirthandrans probe seems to indicate that what he sees before him is the true appearance of the Seraph and Shaiton.  It was almost as if an illusion had manifested for a moment then vanished as far as he could tell.  The Shaiton leader shakes his head and chuckles slightly at the responses of Soul Reaver, Kitharsis, and Phaerys and after a moment he gestures with his hand and the shadowy finger uncovers Jharms mouth

"Clearly his time away from his Lady has had an effect on him.  You think we Shaiton are the only ones who value strength?  The Seraphs and their Lady value strength just as much, if not even more.  They use strength to force all to obey and bend the knee, for once all are made subservient then peace shall reign.  Those who disagree they destroy."

The Seraphim scowl and shakes his head.

"Wrong!  We do not seek to make all serve, we simply wish to protect the weak and..."

Jharm seems to hesitate for a moment, as if struggling to find the words.  Venagon is watching him as he speaks though as he hesitates, the Shaitons gaze seems to shift towards Velgeim as a flicker of confusion appears on his face.  It is at this moment though that Gulgrim arrives and unleashes the gout of brilliant green flame towards the Shaiton leaders.  A surge of power can be felt far in the distance, clearly from the Shaitons fortress.  Translucent orbs of purple surround the Shaiton as the flame reaches them.  The deadly flames wash over the orbs, the purple flickering and shimmering as it holds back the barrage.  A few moments later cracks can be seen spreading across the surface.

"Very well.  He has received your answer.  Come then and face him."

As before, the Shaitons then get pulled through portals and vanish.  At the same time the crystals in the room pulse and shatter, and Jharm drops to the ground as the purple hand vanishes. A second later another purple portal manifests in the center of the  room as a deep voice resonates throughout.

"Yes, come forward and face me.  It has been too long since I reveled in the chaos of combat against a powerful foe."

The Companions can sense the vast power they have felt previously emanating from beyond that portal.  Jharm gets to his feet and scowls and is about to speak when a voice enters the minds of all present, recognizable as Drayvon.

"Seraphim, Companions, I assume the final crystal has been toppled.  The entire Shaiton force is withdrawing back to their fortress, all of their leadership has been spotted amidst their ranks.  We will continue pushing and work to secure you entry to the fortress proper."

"I do not think that will be necessary General.  It would seem He is no longer interested in waiting, and seeing as how we cant afford to let him possibly grow any stronger I see no reason to delay either."

"Seraphim, do you think that is wise?  Could it not be a trap?"

The Seraphim seems to be about to respond when he hesitates for a moment as if pondering that likelyhood when a very faint flicker of power seems to emanate from within Vee, similar in fashion to the brief illusion flicker that occurred previously.  Jharm scowls and shakes his head.

"Perhaps, but we must risk it.  The longer he remains unchallenged the greater chance he decides to push forward. Without Her we can not afford to show hesitation."

"Make yourselves ready my friends, the final battle awaits us on the other side and I have little doubt that He will not hold back in the least.

Apologies for the wait, but it definitely felt like Gulgrim is best served as the last person to show up in this situation, so that conversation might actually be able to be had at least for a moment before he flips the table.

He's real mad about being denied a fight a couple of times now, so trying to reason with him is sort of out of the window.

Phaerys looked about the room that he and the others found themselves in. Another heart of another fortress, by all appearances. And yet the Shaiton awaiting them made no move to attack. Instead, they seemed to seek parley.

However, it was when Jharm attempted to speak out – and the forms of both he and the Shaiton appeared to flicker and writhe for a moment – that Phaerys suspected something was amiss. Were these figures an illusion? Did the same apply to the rest of the room they stood in?

Soul Reaver voiced his own counter-argument to the Shaiton, to their assertion of might makes right, and of the Seraphim’s ultimate plans. Compared to the other Companions, Phaerys had no real connection to Jharm or the Seraphim, and as such could not speak for their motives. But alongside Soul Reaver and Kitharsis, he had recorded plenty of data on creatures that wielded the powers of darkness.

“In our travels we have encountered beings of a similar nature to yourselves, many times before. Virtually all have harboured intentions of conquest and destruction. What evidence do you have that would make you exempt?”

Having said his piece, the Ataran continued to watch the scene unfold. He prepared himself to prime the disc-shaped seismic charge in his hand, while Soul Reaver had the attention of the Shaiton.

Emerging from the portal, Soul Reaver pauses to assess his surroundings.  His body is tense, his weapon gripped ready to strike.  But he does not attack immediately - instead, he listens intently.  Behind him the daemonic troops swiftly enter the room, splitting into two groups and moving into flanking positions in response to an unspoken order.

Soul Reaver's eyes narrow as Venagon's conjured hand covers Jharm's mouth to prevent him from speaking, and his expression registers alarm as the strange flicker passes over those assembled before him, but he does not move until Venagon's speech is finished.

Once Venagon concludes, Soul Reaver lowers his weapon and takes a step forward.

"I have had my suspicions during this quest that not all was as it appeared.  Indeed, it has come to a point where I can see that this is the case with my very eyes.

One thing I do not doubt is your desire for chaos and conflict.  But where is there any shred of honour in the strong crushing the weak?  A simple farmer, living out their life to feed their family and community achieves far more of true merit than any so-called mighty warlord.

But I will cede this: strength is genuinely needed in this multiverse..."

Soul Reaver tightens his grip on Blooddrinker.

"For without it, those with goals like yours would have free reign.  That is something I will not allow."

Soul Reaver's iron-hard gaze locks onto Venagon.

"You spoke of negotiations, but I have yet to hear any demands or concessions.  So I will be the first to make a demand.  Tell me: How will corrupting the lightwell 'save the universe'?  If you can offer me the un-embellished truth - and allow my Seraphim companion to respond in kind - perhaps it will stay my blade.

On the other hand, if all you have to offer is war and conflict..."

Soul Reaver's brows come together and his eyes narrow dangerously.

"Well, those I can find well enough on my own."