"You must have one serious death wish. What exactly is stopping me from slaughtering you and whoever else I might encounter?"

Gabriel watches the other over one shoulder, brow quirking as William studies the blood on his fingers before lifting them to his lips. He watches with interest as the boy licks them clean, slightly taken aback by the display and noting the stark contrast. There's no way his William would've done such a thing, this one's certainly more twisted by far.

He turns to face the other once more and moves to take a seat or lean against something at a distance.

"Your Queen would be powerless to stop me without her precious Sword. That's what your friends are after, aren't they?"