Leon inhales. He holds it for barely a second before blowing all of it from his nose. It's a bit like venting hot air from one of Karl's machines. It's true. He's trying his best and part of him wonders if the man opposite him has already given up on hope? "The same that Miranda needs from you. Everything."
Isn't that the truth of it? They'll need to bring everything to bear if they want to succeed against an old power like the village 'mother', she has maintained control for close to a century.
"Go to the village. Bring back as many of them as will follow you." He opened the palms of his hands. "Am I allowed to pick through your scrap? I might be able to craft some last minute fire power." He has almost forgotten about the dead soldat. It stinks something awful, made from a cadaver god-knows-how-old.
"Everything, eh?" There wasn't any hope to be found in that village. Not with the people, and not with the so-called Lords that surrounded them. There was just fear. Fear and suspicion and things that went violently bump in the night.
He has half a mind to say 'no', and to either chase Kennedy away or toss him into the underground. But Heisenberg's also smart enough to know that that's not really him thinking, it's something else. Not quite Miranda, no, she didn't have that kind of power of them as far as he knew, but something...
Well, he'd always been a rotten kind of man with a gloomy outlook.
In the end, Karl shrugs.
"Yeah, sure, help yourself. But avoid the underground. The basement, if you will. There's stuff down there you won't like, if you catch my drift..."
Namely a guy, in the loosest of terms, with an aircraft engine for an upper body.
"Nothing friendly," the Lord adds.
















