"Unless you're offering to help me, sir," Abigail murmured, her voice low and a bit cold, "I hope you'll understand if I'm sceptic about a Guardian encouraging me to 'outwit' and 'keep fighting.'"

It sounded like a trap. A very poor one. Him inciting her to action and to trust him. Only to hand her over to Sylvia. A good plan, yes, but poorly executed. After all, she knew there were enemies all around her. Especially in the Night Council.

"Though my plans don't just include bloodshed. I expect it to come, yes." Especially with the new players on the chessboard. "But that's not what I'm relying on. Just what I'm willing to do if I must."