I nod to bleu again, though I am a bit worried about whether even he can think of a suitable lie to explain not only why they were both out, but how mon rouge ended up injured.

"You cannot." I grumble. "And even if you could, you've already told me once you wouldn't, because you are still under the naive impression that if I turn myself over, my..." I don't want to use life, I'm trying to convince him I'm not alive. "Sentience would be spared."

I turn back to face them both and sigh. "Well?"