I'm going to get them, Zombina. I swore if they touched a hair on Mokuba's head. He has been through enough; I will not allow them to stick him in some VR box where someone's going to shoot him dead. [His voice is getting dangerously loud, not a yell, but...getting there. But he takes a breath, slow, steady. Takes two.

He lowers the knife to his side.] But I'm not going to kill you for this. Not you, not any of the rest of us on the list.

There has to be another way. There is. another. way.