"And we's sure dis is what we's want?" murmured Max softly as he turned his head in the direction of the survivors. Their fires were glowing like beacons of hope in the darkness, offering solace to all who needed it. "Dere be no turnin' back after dis."
"If you are unsure, then go back to René," sighed Luca, clasping a hand on Max's shoulder. "You know we will never force you to do something you don't want to do. Becoming the villain isn't for everyone."
"So dramatic," grunted Dimitri as a silver metal seemed to ooze from his skin, encasing his knuckles in the hard surface. "Who's dumb enough ta call demselves de villain? We be Prince Charmin's… creatin' a kingdom fer our woman."
"I's feel like ma and pa be goin' through a divorce," sighed Max, closing his eyes. "And dey both want me."
