No.
The word echoes around us, stunning both the Technician and I.
“I will not help you,” his teeth are bared, his fangs extended to sharp points. “You unnatural cultural appropriation technology-stealing monster. How many of my people had to die for you to get this contraption to work? How many did you lock into this Dream State to steal our secrets?”
“I have killed no Moon Dragons,” the Technician swears. “Nor did I steal this technology. It was given freely to Segundus while…”
“Spare me your lies,” the king is spitting mad, foaming at the mouth in anger. “I will help, but not for you.” his night sky eyes are blazing with specks of starlight. “Never for you. But I will do it because of her.” He points down at Carnelia. “And him and all the innocents across our kingdoms who will be fo
