There’s always got to be one last hang up, doesn’t there? Lambert’s eyes are drawn to the puddle and he frowns, every so faintly, and glances at Yuya to see how he’s holding up.
“Kill him and you lose the only reason I have to keep you alive,” He says, with a laziness he doesn’t at all feel. Unfortunately it’s too close to risk throwing a sword or something like that without possibly hurting Steven, but all he really needs to do is convince the tech to let him go... or distract them long enough for someone to else to make a move. They all look the same to him, but he still pauses to gauge their features and see if it’s one he might recognize.
“Do you think the Mother of Invention is the only fae who can bring back the dead? I can return his life, but I doubt she would think twice about yours.” He turns a hand, palm-up. Sorry, Steven, if this is scaring you shitless.
“Show mercy, and you will be spared my conflagration. My quarrel is with your mistress, not her tools.” Wow, he hates talking like this.
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“Kill him and you lose the only reason I have to keep you alive,” He says, with a laziness he doesn’t at all feel. Unfortunately it’s too close to risk throwing a sword or something like that without possibly hurting Steven, but all he really needs to do is convince the tech to let him go... or distract them long enough for someone to else to make a move. They all look the same to him, but he still pauses to gauge their features and see if it’s one he might recognize.
“Do you think the Mother of Invention is the only fae who can bring back the dead? I can return his life, but I doubt she would think twice about yours.” He turns a hand, palm-up. Sorry, Steven, if this is scaring you shitless.
“Show mercy, and you will be spared my conflagration. My quarrel is with your mistress, not her tools.” Wow, he hates talking like this.