Cyfrin was about to snap his fingers to send them back when Cargan yelled. "WAIT!"
His fingers halted mid-air. "Now what?" He grumbled at Cargan.
"Since you've done as much as fucking things up for me, why don't you tell me how to use or activate the cure?" He asked.
Fionn snickered, "Don't you refer to Blue like an object, Cargan!"
"Why don't you try asking him in a better way?" Cargan shot Fionn a daring glare.
Adramelech called them to order. "Let's not do this here, brothers. We'll see each other in a few hours. We obviously all have a lot to discuss."
"Please, behave yourselves when you get to my High House," Bor stated.
Astor gave him his reply. "Shut up, Bor!"
"Love!" Cyfrin declared, cutting short their brawl. "Love is the only way to use the cure." He began to laugh mockingly.
Astor blurted in stupefaction. "Are you kidding us right now?"
"How does love work with the cure?" Esen cut in.
