[A muted, humourless chuckle.] Well, I had imagined you would best know, familiar as you are with running away.

[Luring enemies to their deaths is the sort of end he'd hope for for these humans; not letting them be, each one of them an untied loose end. He tugs his cloak tighter around his shoulder and hunches against the cold, sparking a small ball of flame from his palm. He turns his hand, idly rolling it between his fingers and over his knuckles as if it's a marble, longing for the heat and comfort of a proper fire, smoke be damned.]

Together, that many more of them could be slain. [And their bodies infused with new life, made to fight or sent off in different directions, leading others astray.] And with every corpse, one less threat to darken Julia's doorstep.

[He snaps a first over the fire, snuffing it out, and looks up to Hector again, his pale eyes gleaming.]

Abel shall keep watch. [It has three more eyes than either of them do, and they're better suited to sensing movement, more so in the dark.] If they are near enough, he will see them... and you shall sense their presence as well.