Even with a mask covering his face, Lucas looked furious with him. Nikolai saw the shadow of the chained Sergio behind Lucas, and he knew that he had betrayed his trust once again.
"I am sorry," sincerely apologized Nikolai as his expression darkened. "I did not mean to deceive you, but I did what I have to do to survive. I cannot let you ruin my plan."
Nikolai grabbed toward empty air above his shoulders, and his scimitars appeared out of the darkness. Lucas looked at him silently, not attacking or trying to retaliate.
"I understand why you are so cynical, Lyle," helplessly smiled Lucas. "You don't know how to ask people for help, so you deceive them, and you think everyone is the same. You believe that everyone is the same as you are, untrusting and untrustworthy."
"I have seen enough of people to know that trust is conditional," Nikolai straightened his arms, and the scimitars looked like scythes. "This is the only way for you to get what you want."
