Upon hearing his question, both figures became silent.
Then the one farther back sighed.
"Why are they always like this?"
His companion chuckled. He gestured toward Michael.
"It's always the same questions."
He began counting on his fingers.
"Some start begging. Some ask how we found them. Some ask how their death came to be. Some desperately want to know who paid for their heads."
The second man laughed.
"Occasionally, you get someone who spends their last few minutes threatening to kill your entire bloodline."
"Those are entertaining."
Michael's expression remained calm.
The first figure stared at him before shrugging. Perhaps because they were convinced Michael couldn't escape, he didn't seem particularly concerned about revealing anything.
"Fine. It's not like it'll matter soon."
He walked toward the edge of the formation.
