[Suzerain of Sheol]

A faint, ghostly smile creeps onto the old man's lips. "You'll know it if I decide to kill you, and there will be no "trying" involved, rest assured." He watches his words only half-take with the addled gunman. Sighing, he clarifies, "You're safe, for the moment. At least from me." Seemingly disinterested, Shealtiel closes his eyes and listens to the engines of the APC groaning as they propel the vehicle across the wastes.