[ minerva lifts her head to watch but does nothing else.

as for gerome, he rises and grabs hold of owain's hand. not going to try forcing him to let go yet, but there is some pressure. ]

And what more would you have me do? My every sense has been honed for combat, every instinct sharpened for the sole purpose of delivering death. I have nothing more to give, and I will not ask you and Cynthia to dirty your hands with me. I alone can take on this task.