Vol pointed his eyes forward again. Northy was picking their direction, even in the dark. He supposed that by the wind, he could find his place anywhere in the world. Though he'd joked that the starry sky overhead certainly helped. By the light of the northern stars, Northy kept them on track.
"I do not know," he said. He'd had a number of options available to him as a response, but he chose honesty out of all of them. "If they cease to be useful, perhaps I will get rid of them, or perhaps I won't."
He was sure that Penelope would bite down on him for that. He braced himself for something of a lecture, but he was met only with a short period of silence instead. "…Why would you consider letting them live?" Penelope asked eventually. "Ordinarily, with this type of thing, would your mind not already be made up?"
