[ Cruel, he says, as though Childe can't take him out with just a gun. It's almost laughable how high-and-mighty Rex thinks he is, for all that he had lavished on the manor and the hallway leading into this place. Perhaps back in the day he might have been more fearsome and not-so-easily reached, but now -

Now he was just a pull of the trigger from death. ]

I suppose you're right, in that respect. Though you're stupider than I thought if you expect my loyalty to be swayed so easily.

Don't worry. I'll be sure to take good care of your brother at your funeral.

[ Enough dallying. He squeezes his finger over the trigger and the bang that rings through the office is muffled enough by the silence Childe had affixed to the barrel earlier that the sound hardly reaches past the door. ]