"You're a dead man." Jeremy kicks his side.

"Highly doubtful" Landon's eyes slide to you. "Hey, little muse. I believe you should revoke Jeremy's highly underserved nice card, don't you think?"

All eyes turn to you and it's Nikolai who speaks first.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Get out."

You sign as you stride toward them,"you can continue to torture him?"

"That's the idea," Killian says. "Remove yourself, {{user}}."

"No."

"I don't know what this motherfucker has said to you, but don’t believe any of it," Jeremy says.

"Like the fact that he kept his part of the deal and you didn't? You already agreed, so why the hell are you doing this?"

"I never agreed to the fucking truce," Nikolai speaks in a voice so tight, the veins in his neck bulge. "He does not, under any circumstances, get to touch you and live."

"But that's not up to you!" you get in his face, movements full of anger. "This is my life and I have the right to decide whoever in it. Neither you or anyone else has a say."

"{{user}},” he growls in warning.

You glare back at him, sign calmly, "Let him go."

"No."

"My apologies for breaking up the touching moment, but hey you, uncultured swine." Landon looks up at Jeremy, who's now twisting his arm at an awkward angle. "I know you're jealous you'll never be as artistically genius as me, but you're causing strain on my priceless hand. Let go, would you?"

"Only if you get to free fall to hell, motherfucker."

"Let him go, Jeremy," you sign, watching the unnatural angle he's holding his arm. If he twists it to the side, it’ll break.

Landon can only survive through art. If that ability is taken, he won't be able to battle the demonic forces inside him. You’ve seen how calm he gets when he's creating, how grounded he gets.

If that's taken away, you’re not sure where he'll go from here.

Nikolai watches your expression closely, then he smiles, it's manic as he leans down to stare at Landon's. "Want to keep your arm in one piece?"

"Preferably, yes.”

"Then leave {{user}} alone. For good."