"Please," Lyra shrieked, gripping Duke Kleo's hand tightly. Her eyes stung from crying too much apart from getting insufficient sleep all night. Fear ran through her veins, stopping all motor movement as well as any vestige of intelligence to solve problems. "Free Baron Jason! You want to do it right? You will do that right?"
Duke Kleo, who was unclothed, didn't respond much. He was still lying on the bed in Lyra's room, awake in the early hours of the morning. The moon was still perched in the sky, although it had faded its light.
'I can't see you sad, Pumpkin,' he thought, sounding sad even though his expression was tough and vicious. 'I want to free Jason,' he continued quietly. 'But if I do that means I have to let go of a high-level criminal. He wants to kill you. He intends to tear us apart, destroy you and destroy me. I don't want that to happen.'
