"Take it however you will." Dyon shrugged. He was genuinely complimenting Sokzac, but it seemed that his fiancée didn't want it. "Are you going to keep your word and hand over the key? Or am I going to have to forcibly take it?"
Dyon would be lying if he said his heart didn't itch when he saw this ragtag bunch of kids. Other than Lilith who was 20 and Sokzac who was 23, most others aside from Asyna were 16 years old or younger. He knew that they were relying heavily of Lilith being the key wielder to forge a path to their future, but Dyon also knew he couldn't be soft hearted here.
RolRol bit her small lips, wanting to say something, but knowing that it was useless. What a joke. They had tried to kill him just a few months earlier simply because they thought his name was Jafari, but now they wanted to ask for leniency? Even the broadest minded and soft-hearted person wouldn't allow such nonsense.
