“I could use your help,” Mobius attempts, making an open gesture with his hands.

You’re currently sitting across from him, the emptiness of the room making the silences feel agonizingly awkward. He sighs at your lack of response and leans back in his chair.

“Or.. I could just prune you now and be done with it. C’mon, we can help each other.”

He’s trying his best to be convincing, though it feels more threatening than anything.