[Jr. doesn't bother drinking one of his own invisibility potions. He straps his crossbow back to his hip and walks forward, drawing his hunting knife as he moves. There's something cold in his eyes, the look of someone who's killed so often he doesn't even bat an eye at it anymore. When he reaches striking distance, his eyes start glowing a frigid blue.]

If your people keep coming after us, we'll just kill them too. Now, we can do this one of two ways: you tell us how to stop what's going on, save the other three Titled from Camilla's group, and get our memories and powers back, and I'll make it quick. Or, you could refuse to cooperate, and I'll cut your goddamn stomach open.

And you're lucky I'm giving you the option of a quick death, after everything you've done.