“Don’t you worry. I know what I’m doing here. Next you’ll probably root through my mind, won’t you? Looking for some sort of violent memory? Heh. I’ve been keeping up, don’t you worry. I saw your fights. I know how you work. As long as you can’t teleport, neither of us can leave. And that means you’ll either kill me and starve yourself of energy to live off of, or I’ll eventually dehydrate, leading to the same outcome. Either way, my girls are safe.” [b]Grant crosses his arms, putting his feet up on the table.[/b]