"You told us to let him go," Blackhand said. "Why'd you do that?"
Lynx sighed. "Because I didn't want to see you get killed."
Blackhand hesitated, shuddering. "Yeah, but he didn't manage to kill us."
"...Because he was busy killing like fifty other people all at once."
Blackhand's jaw worked. "Okay, fair point. Anyway, I'm not going to try to kill him."
"Oh?"
"Hearne's orders. I do follow orders."
Lynx sighed. "Somehow I'm still entirely reassured."
"Somehow, I'm still not going to explain."
"Okay, fine. You want me to let him know you want to talk to him? So nobody mistakes it for an ambush?"
"...You know what? Yes. Please. Do that."
