[ He's too soft, not strong enough. Too sheltered. Holland was right about him.

It's not like the flowers were saying anything they weren't both aware of already. ]

It's like you said, Antari aren't easy to kill.

[ Sanct, but he'd felt so dead when he'd carried his body back to White London. And when he'd thrown him into Black London it seemed such a foregone conclusion. Maybe he wouldn't kill him but...

How could he ever return from that place? Surely he'd be killed, ravaged, destroyed from the inside out.

Kell frowns. The thought certainly had crossed his mind. ]

Why is this the thing you're hung up on? I thought you'd be more angry that I tried to kill you!

[ That he sent him to that place. ]