[ He pulls his hand back and lets the pendant fall out of his reach. His fingers curl, digging his nails into the soft portion of his hand, but he lets his hand drop down to his side. ]

What else? Save the people. [ With his unclenched hand, he gestures about - it is a wide sweeping motion of his arm. ] Though, I've already heard how difficult that will be.

[ Because some people will have to be sacrificed to allow others to live. It is only all right if he does it. To think that he's forced into this situation against his will, it's quite irritating. ]

But you've already done that, haven't you? You've already decided who is allowed to live and die. So... I shall do something different this time around. I'll let you choose the survivors. [ And he'll find a way to use Dextera's sand for himself. He'll find a way to rob him of memories yet again. But first... he has to build trust with him, again.

This time... this time... I won't let you leave me. ]