I don't care, sharply. He knows Magnus is trying to be fair, but he doesn't want to be fair to Luo Binghe. Luo Binghe has had months to regret what he did to Claudius, to swallow his pride and admit that he's a person who hurts people who are weaker than he is over petty insults. He can't even humble himself now when he needs Claudius' help. Retaliate for what? Galahad wants to ask Magnus. For Claudius' words? When he's already turned Claudius' blood against him and brought him to the brink of death? He should be grateful Claudius doesn't want to retaliate against him. He should be grateful Claudius hasn't turned everyone who lives here against him by telling everyone about him. He should be grateful Claudius cares about Shen Yuan and their community enough to use his clever mind to Luo Binghe's benefit.

Galahad hasn't been angry for a while, and he'd forgotten how it felt, the way his skin feels tight and his pulse throbs in his temples. The last time this happened it made the fire in his blood flare up, a licking flame that coursed hotly through him, but this time there's nothing to burn inside his body. He presses his lips together, flat and thin, and for a few moments he can't say anything else.

Finally he signs, Okay.