[b][center]Will 'o the Piper[/center][/b]

“As long as they're not killing their selves, they're a hell lot better off.” Sigmund rolled his eyes. “If your idea of a plan is letting innocent children walk to their doom, we're not a team.” He stated bluntly, but remarkably calm, before walking straight forward (whether Charles would remain standing or not) towards another kid.

“No goal justifies every means. Matter of fact, you're not convincing me the village will look kindly upon us if we let more brats kick the bucket. You can try to stop me by finding us whatever we need to beat to a bloody pulp to end that trance, or by risking that arm of yours again.” 

Mid-sentence, Sigmund's Iron Viper shot forward to yet another child, reeling it in. After ensuring his catch, Sigmund turned back at Charles, unwavering and staring straight into his eyes. “Or you can do the right thing and help me. Choice is yours, mister Night.” Sigmund mentioned shortly, before searching another kid off their curfew to pluck off the streets.