Noctisardor Bypass Will you chase the burning sun in to the sea.

It should have been enough.

It should have been enough without this, but Glaukos knew what kind of person Anselm was.

As soon as he was released, he'd be gone. He'd either be doing the work and bringing the girls home, or he'd be running for the hills—and Glaukos had an idea of which he would be choosing, which only reinforced when he heard the boy say, fine.

His grip briefly tightened. No, not fine. The boy was an idiot. He couldn't be trusted for anything, except maybe this. If he knew what was good for him, he would have fled after their initial fight but it was clear by now that Anselm stuck around for one reason. He didn't know what was good for him—he barely comprehended his own worthlessness, and threw in his fate with Etienne. So Glaukos could weild that connection against him to get what he wanted.

No, not fine.

Yes sir. He loosened enough for the boy to take a breath, to spit the words back if that's what he was capable of; then, and only then, would Glaukos let him stand again.