"GENERAL PATRICK!" Came Hendrick's shout. "PLEASE, MOVE TOWARDS US! WE'VE COME TO RESCUE YOU – YOU'RE IN FAR TOO DEEP. ANY MORE, AND YOU WILL BE SLAIN!"
"DON'T ENGAGE WITH THE ENEMY, GENERAL! HE MEANS TO LURE YOU IN!" Fitzer seconded.
Oliver still didn't know what they meant. He glared at Tiberius, as the man smiled at him, a thoroughly mad smile.
"That's a good deal of hatred in those eyes, creature of Claudia," Tiberius said. "You're more rotten than the rest of them, aren't you? They couldn't have recovered from it – they didn't have your coldness of heart. I think all of us overestimated just how close you were to them. I'm sure you won't mind me telling you then, how Queen Asabel cried out in fear in her last moments, and how she begged for the torment to end. Or how Lord Blackwell wept, and pledged his life to me, if I would only spare him."
Oliver only continued to glare, his fists clenched, the wind around him howling.
