On the plane, Araari brings up being incompetently threatened. “Two men stopped me yesterday. From Captain Walker. They wanted me to tell you that continuing on this path is dangerous. —They meant because of them, because they will hurt you if you continue, but I suspect they are not the most dangerous thing we will encounter if we continue.”
actually fuck this guy he killed mordred and he's probably just here to kill us more, Zoe thinks, and aims her shotgun.
But the gun is slippery in her hands, which are covered in Nectar.
She drops it and it spins across the floor to Lukas.
--This, Mordred thinks, clearly to himself, is a bad idea. Not the worst idea Mordred has had since joining this team. Not even the worst one he's had since showing up in Malta. But bad.
"Peter. What do you want?" he says, as sincerely as is humanly possible under the circumstances.
"Well, currently," he says, "I'm considering shooting all of you and feeding you to the Mouth and taking over the cult in Malta, but I'm always open to feedback and alternate suggestions!"
This is a bad idea this is a bad idea this is such a bad idea--
"Okay," he says, "but what is your goal. What do you want to do that for."
"If I'm in charge of the cult in Malta, I can take over the cult throughout the world."
(Zoe thinks privately to herself that everyone says Nectar makes you smart but clearly it actually makes you very dumb.)
"So it sounds to me," Mordred says, and his fingernails are digging white crescent-moons into his hands, "like you don't actually have any goals. You're just-- climbing as high as you can, up a ladder that doesn't actually go anywhere."
Peter says 'tch.'
"You're never going to get anywhere in life with that attitude."
"You'll never get anywhere in life" doesn't seem like a polite, cheerful thing to say. It sounds almost... rude.
Oh god is this working is this terrible terrible idea working--
"Neither will you! And at least I'm not spending all my energy running in place, acquiring power that I don't use except to defend myself from the other people who want power!"
(Oswald is blocking out whatever complicated social black magic Mordred and Lukas are doing. The last thing he knows definitely happened was -- walking out of the catacombs, and breathing in.
Did the ritual fail? What was their plan if the ritual failed. Did they have a plan for that.
--Yes. Sort of. The other way to close a Mouth is somebody sacrificing themselves.
He is not clear how to remind anyone else of this with Peter Lukas in the room. He is willing to throw himself bodily into a Mouth if he has to but he would very much like not to.)
(Zoe does not remember the plan for if the ritual failed. She is not very good at keeping the plan in mind, even in the most favorable circumstances, which these are decidedly not.)
"I don't just use it to defend myself! I also use it to become a successful, wealthy, well-respected businessman."
"Isn't that what you Americans call the American Dream? What could be a more noble cause than that?"
"So, you use your power to give yourself the trappings of power," Mordred says, entirely unimpressed. "Do you even like business?"
"...so what I'm hearing is, you don't, you've just decided that you should."
Most people who actually like social interaction, Mordred thinks, don't talk like they swallowed a How To Succeed In Business textbook.
"When was the last time you did something that actually made you happy? Not something all men like, not something that's a noble human endeavor, something that you, Peter Lukas specifically, actually sincerely enjoy?"
Blink. Blinkblink.
Laughter. "I don't think an adult has to worry about this kind of thing, Mordred."
"So, it's been since you were a child." He's digging his fingernails into his hands again, hoping past hope. "All this power, all this success, all this influence, and you haven't actually enjoyed anything since you were a child, is what you're telling me."