FIEF SAROLT: The North Wing, called The Ratworks [SEALED]
"Stop." Josh raised his rat paw and gestured for the rat-bots to back away, not aiding the Emendaeom. "The armor that you're in is damaged... and not by me. You keep trying to run guilt trips on me. Fair enough. But I've done nothing that was not driven by what's good for the the other people in the house, including myself. Resent me, fine. But I will not allow you to empower yourself by building another suit, until we get to the truth of things. But, you can fix yourself."
He inclined his head, listening to Euphoria in the hearth, and furrowing his brow. With a wave of his hand, he changed the permissions for entry and exit from the Ratworks to only a specific number of people: Eri, Himself, and Azalea. Doing so probably wouldn't earn him any friends, but the last thing he felt he needed now would be too many cooks in the proverbial kitchen.
With another gesture, he ordered the ratbots who had disassembled the gatling weapon that the Emendaemon had made (and subsequently surrendered) to return with the parts and reassemble it.
"Maybe you are a sentient person, fully deserving of life and freedom. Maybe you're something else." They shrugged. "Whatever you are, you can stop acting like we have any connection that wasn't wholly invented by this world's insane systems. I'm not moved by your guilt trips, and I will fight if needs must." As he and the ratbots worked together on the gun, he continued. "Eri told me the story. Why your people have a reason to hate mine. Here's the thing: I'm not interested in enslaving sentient beings to my will. I'm also not interested in making enemies. But... I'm also not an idiot. Sometimes all of that conflicts. But it doesn't have to. So here's how this is going to work:"
He hefted the reassembled weapon as it was coming to completion. "You are going to stand quietly, not working, until the Princess of the Unconscious gets here. When she does, she'll verify your intentions, and then you'll be free to go. We will vow in front of her to do no harm and hold no grudge against the other, and that will the end of it. Go see Haloise. Go back to where you came from. Hang out in the atrium. Piss someone else off. Whatever you want.
"Your second option: stay in the Ratworks, be named by me, work by my side as an employee with full freedom to visit the others. Come and go as you please, just show up and work eight hours per day, with weekends off, full benefits, vacation time, and we can negotiate some kind of pay. That's the kind of fief I want. People working. Getting stuff done. Me in charge, but not a tyrant. Good stuff, right? Two pretty good options. Freedom, or a job.
"Or your third option: your reject options one and two, and we finish this with me bringing everything in my power to the one and only goal of destroying you." He hefted the weapon as it was completed, checking the weight. He didn't point it at the Emendaemon, but he held it in their general direction. "For all of our sakes, I truly hope that you aren't an enemy. That you'll just sit there quietly until we can work out the truth of things. Honestly. Please. Just be patient and prove that you actually mean it when you say you don't want violence."
Sarolt bars anyone other than Eri, themselves, or Azalea from entering the Ratworks. They also will the rat-bots to hinder or otherwise provide no aid to the Emendaemon other than to help them repair damage already sustained. Not letting them complete any useful work other than repairs. Sarolt also helps the ratbots reassemble the Emendaemon's gatling gun before the parts can be hauled off or destroyed.
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