There was a directness, a fire to the blonde waif's words, one that perhaps would have sparked something within the man in the past. Now though, he responded with an indifferent raising of his eyebrow, before downing the remainder of his glass and pouring himself another drink.

[b]"No,"[/b] he replied, [b]"that's not my job. Whether you remain fodder or not depends on your own actions, not mine."[/b]

The pendulum continued to swing back and forth. So many chances, and yet, they've failed to ask the most important one.

[b]"Anything else? Or shall I send you all on your way?"[/b]