"Now silent," said Iorr.
"Until you came," said Tylle.
"To give us life again," said Iorr.
You're dead, insisted Leonard Sale, flesh writhing. You're nothing but empty wind.
"We live, through you."
"And fight, through you!"
So that's it, thought Leonard Sale. I'm to be a battleground, am I? Are you friends?
"Enemies!" cried Iorr.
"Foul enemies!" cried Tylle.