[ the temptation to just kill her is strong. before there were so many people here, he wouldn't have the control to stop himself. hell, he wouldn't have made a deal like this in the first place. but when every hour that isn't an hour drags on forever, and killing becomes repetitive even if it's still enjoyable, things like self-control start creeping back in.

he can't keep them all off his land. better to take opportunities where he can. even if they're insufferable. ]

Was sick of you before you ever got here.

[ he turns his back to her and gets back to his own work. the tower's not going to stop itself from collapsing into a pile of rubble. ]

Be less of a little shit and I might be able to find somethin' to get that thing working.

[ the only reason that isn't an outright lie is because of the word 'might'. he might be able to do it. in the same way he might be able to get them all out of this place. ]