Angelo stared with silent rage as Pain spoke but at the mention of his daughter his whole presence changed. He felt himself overheat, like he was standing on hot sand.

He almost let himself consider Pain offer. A truce would be best, because to keep enemies was never a good thing. This was Force Pain however, logic did not apply here. There was no way, no way in the eighty realms that he would ever work with Pain.

"You have just said in the same proposal why I should not accept it." Angelo gave an almost smug yet bitter smile.

"The Reaper is her father. If she needs protection, she will get it from him and you will get none from me."