“We could make the same arguments about ourselves,” Grue pointed out, “If we agreed, we’d be sitting ducks for whoever came after us.”
Yeah. As I said, they would almost certainly attack this “hotel”.
“I think the Protectorate can help watch and guard nine people,” Coil replied, “I’m less confident of their ability to protect everyone present.”
That’s a fair point.
So Coil wasn’t willing to play along if it meant losing his ability to stay where he was, but he was willing to make life harder on us, his territory holders. Did he have some plan in mind? Or was he just that callous? Either way, he was an asshole.
He’s Coil, he can have it both ways.
“No. I’m afraid that compromise won’t work,” Hookwolf said, squaring his shoulders.
Miss Militia glanced my way. She didn’t say or do anything, but I could almost read her mind: I tried.
It was a good attempt. Thank you.
Hookwolf wasn’t about to give up anything here. He had us right where he wanted us, and he was poised to kill two birds with one stone: The Nine and his rivals for territory.
You’d think this sort of manipulation would constitute a breach of the truce, honestly.
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