"So you saved Strength from her Jaunt failing, at the expense of your own power and at the protest of the other Trumps," Riddick surmises. "Because she's an ally. Either your allies are in really short supply, or there's more to it than that." Since Death specifically didn't say she was a friend.
"More than it is possible to express in limited media such as time and language," he answers, dryly. "It served no-one's interests I wished to serve, letting her perish. And I am... more accustomed to sacrifice than some others."
"Yeah, I get that." Now he does, anyway. Now that he's hard to kill, he's happy to take risks for other people. Riddick frowns thoughtfully. "Whose interests did it serve, if you let her die? Another one of you? Or somebody outside of you?"
"Anyone who could turn that loss to their own ends," he says. "The list is longer than you might imagine. And I am not permitted to discuss many of its specifics."
"Yeah, okay. You sure do have a lot of fuckin' limits on what you can say for a guy as powerful as you are," Riddick has to point out. "What happens if you break the rules and tell us shit you aren't supposed to?"
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