“Two years then. Two years to get your powers, to train, to do whatever it takes to become the motherfucking badass you describe. That should be long enough without risking that one of us gets offed by bad luck or picking the wrong fight.
Two years, huh. That figure sounds familiar.
At that two-year mark? You hunt me down, you kill, disable or sneak past my Nine, whoever they are two years from now, you look me in the eyes, and then you try to kill me. If you fail? If you cannot find me? If you chicken out? Hmmm… what’s a good consequence?”
I mean, the straightforward one would be that Theo gets killed in return, but I get the sense you’re looking for something more “interesting”.
In his hurry to resolve this before the door opened, Theo made the first suggestion that came to mind, “You kill me.”
“That goes without saying. No. It should be meaningful. What’s your name, boy?”
A death that somehow relates to gods? Religion?
“Theo.”
“Fifteen year old Theo. How many people’s lives will you touch in these coming two years, because I’ve spared your life? Two hundred? Five hundred? A thousand? How far will the flaps of your butterfly wings extend?”
Who knows. Besides Dinah, I mean.
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