Gus looks at her with horror. Merrill smiles, looking rather cheery; they've all stopped fighting, isn't that nice? She doesn't move, however -- neither pulling the knife out nor moving it further.
"If that idiot is willing to die, I doubt the others in the fortress are willing to trade our people for them. They're more useful if we keep them and bring them back to the Inquisition as prisoners."
There's a thoughtful hum, even as Merrill shifts enough to get her staff (while still being careful not to dig her knife in any more).
"Of course, if they keep calling the people around them slaves, they probably won't last that long." Beat. "And if that idiot," that's still you, Timmy, "doesn't start offering useful information, like who the Doctor is and what he's doing with them."
She leans in slightly, staring at Gus. "They are my friends, and you will regret it if anything permanent has been done to them."
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"If that idiot is willing to die, I doubt the others in the fortress are willing to trade our people for them. They're more useful if we keep them and bring them back to the Inquisition as prisoners."
There's a thoughtful hum, even as Merrill shifts enough to get her staff (while still being careful not to dig her knife in any more).
"Of course, if they keep calling the people around them slaves, they probably won't last that long." Beat. "And if that idiot," that's still you, Timmy, "doesn't start offering useful information, like who the Doctor is and what he's doing with them."
She leans in slightly, staring at Gus. "They are my friends, and you will regret it if anything permanent has been done to them."