What if i said i don't care?

Rhyme looked back to his captive through the gentle fall of snow, finding his comment strange. He was right though, had their circumstances been different Rhyme might have befriended the man. In reality the possibility still lingered, but trust had to be formed first. The Imperialis couldn't trust Vlad because of the profession he took and the wolf that had raised him. The gears were turning though, he might have been able to pull it off where everyone got what they wanted. He'd free Vlad's mother when they stormed the slaver's pack. Though likely Radek's head would be lost. Toxic would be killed, Vlad would find Eulogy for him and they could send their captive on his way. "Somehow, I feel like there is still a chance." he mumbled before calling out to the guard.

Vlad seemed convinced that he was either going to be a slave or killed. Rhyme wasn't sure either would happen with the answers he got from their conversation. He smiled darkly at the younger man. "We aren't going to execute you," he told him hoping to relieve some anxiety of his future. "You could still be of use." Vlad hadn't made the best decisions in life, but considering who his father was he had turned out better than most. He had a kind heart deep down, not that he was likely to ever admit it out loud. "I'll be back soon when we've made our decision."