"I will kill you personally, Jean-Marc. Even if I need to borrow an enchanted sword from Silk, I will hunt you down and kill you."
Ob wraps his arm around Pandora, holding her close, and tells those at the planning table what the Frenchman has done.
Stoney closes them all out. You will not block me out Ob. She is my woman. *Écoutez moi, mon amour. Vous n'allez pas mourir là. Nous venons. Don' ; t que vous osez abandonnez. Nous venons. I am not letting him keep you mon amor. I am bringing you home to me, to my arms, where you belong. Je'taime, Alli... je'taime, no matter what I LOVE you.
He looks at Mortuis, eyes burning with a cold fire. "We need to bring her home. Then I am going back to kill him."
Somewhere mon amor, I will find the somewhere he hides you.
*Listen to me, my love. You are not going to die there.We are coming. Don't you dare give up. We are coming.
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