"Just as I expected from the old man's reaction..." W said to FrostNova, leaning forward with her hands behind her back. "White Bunny! I'm not here to recruit the old man!"
She did a backflip and vanished into the shadows again, her voice gradually fading. "A little hint: Oute's bedtime is coming up!"
Sleep? Could it be...
The Wendigo glared at his daughter with red eyes. "Though... strategist... mind flayer... still!"
FrostNova sighed. "Now that W has left... then..."
She wanted to persuade her father, but she had no idea where to begin.
Patriot had never openly spoken of what was on his mind. FrostNova had seen through it, but she had no standing to persuade her father either.
What made it even more darkly ironic was that during Talulah's brief moment of clarity, after Oute had pushed her pressure to the breaking point, she too deeply believed that she bore responsibility for what had happened to Chernobog and the Reunion Movement...
That did not mean Talulah herself would meekly submit to execution, but she was likely more inclined to accept punishment and pay the price.
Koschei had to die, but Talulah... deserved to die too.
That was precisely Bohdrokasthim's belief.
"Let's... go."
Neither father nor daughter brought it up, as though nothing had happened upon the ruins of this clinic.
"Stinky otter, you said you had other arrangements for Hedley and Ines. What kind of arrangements?"
From the shadows, W watched the awkward adoptive father and daughter leave and asked casually.
"There are many things they can do, but I haven't decided yet."
"Hah!? You're messing with me again!?"
"Negative." The Sarkaz girl raised her head toward the night sky and let out a long breath.
"Damn it! What's that supposed to mean!?" W bristled inwardly.
"Don't misunderstand. I