[Barnaby's expression flattens. Gen's sense of loyalty might be admirable, if it weren't so horribly misplaced.] No. You're throwing yourselves under that bus, by continuing to serve the Regent. Do you really think they won't toss us aside, once we've fulfilled our purpose?
[But he has no interest in debating the point any further, finally doing what he'd hoped to avoid: he delivers a clean blow to the head to knock Gen unconscious. Once the teenager goes limp, Barnaby lowers him to the ground, intending to leave him here to wake up in his own time or be discovered by another Kenoma.
Then he turns to the rebel.]
Go to your sister; she's already started preparations to leave the city. I'll follow at a distance, and ensure you get away safely.
[The sculptor doesn't need to be told twice, and takes off. Barnaby lets him have a head start, casting one last look at Gen, before leaving him behind -- perhaps for good.]
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[But he has no interest in debating the point any further, finally doing what he'd hoped to avoid: he delivers a clean blow to the head to knock Gen unconscious. Once the teenager goes limp, Barnaby lowers him to the ground, intending to leave him here to wake up in his own time or be discovered by another Kenoma.
Then he turns to the rebel.]
Go to your sister; she's already started preparations to leave the city. I'll follow at a distance, and ensure you get away safely.
[The sculptor doesn't need to be told twice, and takes off. Barnaby lets him have a head start, casting one last look at Gen, before leaving him behind -- perhaps for good.]