[Doctor Gabriel]

“Oh, for the love of-”

Mr. Kite took a deep breath and exhaled as much of what he wanted to say to her a few seconds later.

“So not only do you think I’m a child, but a moron as well,” he sighed, lighting another cigarette, “I have no intentions of trying to parade you around in front of our enemies. I was trying to see if I could actually get you to come here, so we could talk. I have a mountain of questions for you and I’m still holding out hope I’m going to like at least one or two of the answers.”

He threw a cautious look over his shoulder.

“And because, confident as I may be in my abilities, I’m pretty sure I’m still nothing before… Whatever she was… I’d feel a hell of a lot safer with you around.”

Mr. Kite was far too sober to be dealing with his servant at the moment. He did what he could with his special cigarettes, but she seemed to grow more irrationally abrasive and needlessly cruel with each of their conversations. His mind had gone to a rather dark place and he couldn’t keep a macabre smile from spreading across his face.

“That is of course assuming you’ll even bother to protect me. Can’t say your attitude towards me thus far has given me any reason to trust you with my life. Hell, I couldn’t even trust you with my flask. Maybe it’d be better that way...”