At least Soma had some sense. Loki backed off silently, since the entire plan was letting people leave unmolested, so long as they left. Two illusions appeared next to Soma, bracketing her, looking dispassionately at the wounded young man.
The Once-ler's words pleased him far less. Just to make his point, he threw one of his knives at the man, passing close enough to cut before it embedded itself deeply in the wall.
Hopefully neither of the mortals would be foolish enough to try to grab the knife before he called it back to his hand.
The illusion to Soma's right spoke. "Soma is wise. You ought to listen to her, fool," he had the presence of mind to not actually say foolish mortal, as much as it was habitual. He still had a certain story he was playing to.
"Leave and I shall not bleed you further. You have my word on that, dearest Soma. Continue on, and I'll find it great entertainment to whittle your friend down like the stick he so resembles."
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The Once-ler's words pleased him far less. Just to make his point, he threw one of his knives at the man, passing close enough to cut before it embedded itself deeply in the wall.
Hopefully neither of the mortals would be foolish enough to try to grab the knife before he called it back to his hand.
The illusion to Soma's right spoke. "Soma is wise. You ought to listen to her, fool," he had the presence of mind to not actually say foolish mortal, as much as it was habitual. He still had a certain story he was playing to.
"Leave and I shall not bleed you further. You have my word on that, dearest Soma. Continue on, and I'll find it great entertainment to whittle your friend down like the stick he so resembles."