Sybille hummed from beside Hela, leaning forward across the table. "No. I don't think we are missing the point. We think you are. You are here to negotiate something you have no right to, something you have no real knowledge of, in exchange for information that we will have in months, if not weeks. She will die, as she must, for being a traitor to the Domina - her reasoning notwithstanding. And, when she is gone, we might consider turning our attention to you, boy, and your friends. Your loved ones. A singular sacrifice on our end, and every one of you, and everyone you have loved or cared about - be they friend, spouse, or... new mother, perhaps, will be dead for this... insolence."