He hisses, ignoring the question for a moment as he pulls his hand towards him, dragging the sword along. The feeling radiates up his arm and he cradles it, gasping for air. Air, in a body that's not working as it should. He shouldn't be feeling this. This is impossible. "Why... would I want... to work with you?"

He shouldn't be taking orders from this person. This person doesn't matter. This psrson needs to die. They all need to die - other than his Queen and the girl.