[Really, Enoch? Really? All it gets him is a bark of laughter, dry and cracking. Cracking, that's a good descriptor there.]

Right. Always a good reason. Always a perfectly thought out plan. Well - [The laughter turns into a snarl.] What if I did join your little party? What if I say I won't leave until I'm the last man out? Are we all just going to sit together in our sacrifice circle and try to talk each other out of it, no, I love you best and deserve it least so I'm saving your life? Let's hear your damned ifs!