"I am not going to threaten vampires," Vicky says, voice riddled with disgust. "They have no empathy, no morals, no code, no soul. They won't tell you anything useful. Only lies to save their skin at the moment."
Marco frowns. "Well, I'm not dealing with witches. Or hunters. If that's what you guys are going to do, then I call dibs on guard duty."
"I'm not good at intimidating things," Ed says uncertainly. "Especially dead things. And witches... Vic. I know what you're thinking but... no. Not everyone was as good at magic as she was. It's a bad idea."
"It's a better idea than hunters," Vicky mutters. "If they realise what you are, you'll bring them down on the whole pack."
Ed doesn't seem convinced.
Vicky doesn't look like she's going to change her mind any time this century.
Marco has his arms tightly crossed.
Eventually, they turn to you, one by one, two pairs of dark eyes, and one pair of blue.
You realise that you're the deciding vote.
Fuck.
"What do you think, Gideon Mercer?" Marco is the one that finally asks.