“You think so?” Voltaire frowned and started to pace once more.
“I think you took on the responsibility for Ferdinand’s personal choices because you love him like a brother. I think Ferdinand took advantage of it. Let’s not forget, Cain and Abel were brothers.
“You’re right.” Voltaire stopped dead and Midnight was certain he looked taller and broader, as if a great weight had been shed. “Well, then, I promise you both this; there is no way that I’m letting Ferdinand leave here with any weapon that the S.O.R. can use.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” Tresilian laughed and pulled Midnight a little closer. “In that case, we need to find a way to escape our overly benevolent hosts.”
“I don’t want the Atlanteans getting overly suspicious.” Voltaire stroked his chin. “Perhaps, Aurora and Dru, you ladies could remain here to chat. George, you can come with me. Tresilian and Midnight already share a room. I don’t think the Atlanteans are fools, but let’s not be too obvious.”