They claimed they could send us home. And that they'd kill you, of course.

[She smiles at him, not gently.]

Of course they're lying.

[Or are they? Perhaps. Maketh hasn't decided. But that's not the point right now. Maketh tips her head to the side.]

What we're discussing, Hope, is why we shouldn't feed you to the proverbial wolves. I want a reason why we shouldn't cheer the Null on when they rip you apart.