"We've been following this Black man for hours, and it's still been completely quiet. Are you sure something will take the bait?"
Not far above the Quinjet, Deathstroke and the others rode a flying carpet transformed from the Cloak of Levitation, concealed by magical invisibility as they watched from the shadows. William did not particularly enjoy this kind of stealth operation.
If it had been up to him, they would have contacted Miles immediately, persuaded him to leave with them, and then approached the spider clones.
But given Deathstroke's precise judgment in the previous incident, he had not voiced his plan. After several hours of following them, though, he was starting to lose patience.
Or perhaps that was not quite right. It was more that William's knightly spirit would not allow him to use a teenager as bait to draw in dangerous enemies.
"Sooner or later, a fish will bite. Perhaps taking over Earth-802 and destroying the Inheritors' cloning center has left them temporarily confused." Deathstroke sat cross-legged on the flying carpet, hugging his arms like a genie in a lamp as he answered calmly. "But hunger will wear away at their sanity, turning them into bloodthirsty beasts or addicts craving a fix. Even if they see chestnuts in the fire, they'll still want to reach in and try one."
"Eliminating the enemy is the best defense. I support Mr. Wilson's approach. Spider Totems are not the only Totems, and we can't protect them all."
Takuya immediately took Deathstroke's side. In his view, as long as the Inheritors were all killed, every Totem would be safe. The protection William spoke of could only save a small number of Spider Totems. Who would protect the Totems of pigs, horses, cows, and sheep in the meantime? They were all threatened by Morlun's