“Hmm,” mused Ibai, stroking his bare chin.
“It seems you have a choice to make,” said Caster. “Would you like to stay here with us and attack your captors? Or would you like to go meet Ivan?”
Indeed, there was a choice to be made, though it was not as Caster described. Unfortunately, however, Caster hadn’t identified which of the reapers here was his own. The one nearest him could’ve just as easily belonged to Ted or Arnold, and if Ibai chose incorrectly, it would quite likely mean his death. And he didn’t really feel like dying right now.
The preferred target, therefore, was perhaps Reever. Ibai gave him a friendly look as he thought about it, and then said, “Actually, at the moment, I’m most curious to meet these other aberrations you mentioned. Despite my age, I’ve not met many of our kind, you see.”
“Oh, of course,” said Reever. “I’ll be sure to introduce you to all of them after the mission is over.”
Ibai frowned. “You can’t introduce me now? I’m a bit anxious. What if they die during the fight?”
“That is not possible,” said Caster. “The mission takes precedence, and it would be imprudent to interrupt the others.”
“I see,” said Ibai. He nodded as he threw another look around the room. “Well, then...” His gaze landed back on Caster, who merely returned an unwavering stare.
The little man was still sizing him up, it seemed. Was he figuring it out? No, probably just being vigilant.
Regardless, Ibai only saw one course of action left to him. He wasn’t going to be able to kill Caster or Reever by himself. But they didn’t know that.
Ibai teleported behind Reever and wrapped an arm around him. “We’ll be back,” he lied as he blinked away with the other aberration in tow.