"You just don't know when to quit, do you?"

Banda spat, with a scowl dancing across his features. He withdrew the top of his knife from your throat with a huff, shoving it back in his pocket.

"You're just lucky you're not worth my time, or effort in killing you."

He continued. Was one mistake all it took for him to stop allying with you?

"You're no more useful than a corpse, anyway."