[Jezebel stays still, tension still running through him even as he goes pliant, letting Ianchus grip his hand however he pleases. It's an old instinct, revived and renewed -- ride out the waves, let them crash over him, stay tranquil and obedient until it was time to get the hell away.]

All right. Then kill all of them, then. Do it all over again, if that's what you need.

[He doesn't know if he means the words or not. He doesn't even really know what he's telling him to do.]