"Are you attempting to switch our assigned roles?"

Maker and fledgling. Can, and will, Armand choose a sacrificial lamb for dinner? Does he think he can? He has warmed enough to slip a sidelong glance as he says this. Poking back. "Or is this my teaching moment?"

Quietly, a slight unfurling of his consciousness. A broadening radius of awareness, past the street they are in, past the block they are on. He has not spoken yet of his back up method in choosing the ones who want to die, at least a little bit, and reflexively, he browses around for hints of despair amongst the many.

A little like searching out the weak in a herd, psychologically on the fringes of things. Makes his task all the simpler.