"So how long will it take for you to switch sides? How long will it take for the Dojo to go against us?" [i]Freya's grasp around the glass in her hand would tighten, before her arm would shoot out. It would not deliver a sudden punch towards Alric's throat, though her hand would suddenly grab onto the Witcher's left shoulder, as she met his gaze silently.[/i] "I need you to stay on my side. I need you to stay on [i]our[/i] side. I don't need you to think about what happens if you decide otherwise."