Harry clicked his tongue.
'Ugh. Cultists and their drama. Will it kill them to talk normally?' He thought, feeling a bit nostalgic since he experienced something similar to this in Leon's memories.
"Why are you trying to… protect that girl?" The masked leader said, lowering his hand slightly. "Just surrender her to me… all of this is pointless anyway…"
Harry blinked.
Then he tilted his head slightly.
"Wait…" he said. "You mean her?"
He jabbed a thumb back at Miranda, who was still standing frozen, trembling slightly behind him.
"You want her?"
The leader said nothing.
Harry smiled wider.
"I see…" He muttered, letting out a low sigh.
"…Sorry, but I'm not surrendering her to a bunch of psychos."
Crk!
A spark of lightning danced across his shoulder.
And then—
Swoosh!
Harry vanished in a flash of blue light.