"I'm sure a King could match the price of a Count. In fact, the riches I offer could make you a Count yourself..." Thaal smiled offhandedly as he spoke of unimaginable wealth as if it meant nothing to him. For the first time since his arrival, Sinestro seemed relaxed, almost comfortable in his current setting. Perhaps the thought of his home and its glories was enough to make him feel at home, even without his true Ring to protect him... "I suggest you do consider; one last job, and you'll never need to take orders again; I find that money is a universal language, one that goes far beyond faith or divine right. Keep it in mind, Count-Dagran..." Fuel for fantasy "I'm a hard man to miss, should you change your mind..."
"And the bottom is where I intend to stay, Sailor" Sinestro placed a fist over his chest and tipped his head to one side, a passive stance to match his passive words. If he had learned anything since the Blackest Night, it was that fear was a force to be directed, not just controlled. For now, Pyke feared what Hela represented far more than what he did, and no matter how much the notion offended him, he knew that it enduring such an internalized shame would be worthwhile; he would ensure that all their Fears were made into Light, and the first step to doing so would be to outline their common foe. If he were to rise to power again, the first step of doing so would be to ensure that Hela and Will embodied everything Pyke did not wish to come to pass... and luckily for him, the duo was helping him along with his plans...
"I wouldn't recommend that we write Will off at any stage... should anything happen to Hela, we all know who will be assuming her throne... her new protege, her-" Fears into Light "Deputy, of sorts. As her closest ally, any inmates she recruits will turn to his captaincy should she fall... Now, I'm not your enemy, nor am I your master- I couldn't govern you even if I wished to- but I simply wish to share my experience with an ally. Nothing more, nothing less. If we're to get out of this alive, like it or not, you will need a navigator. You cannot pilot a ship alone"
"Buying allies with weapons now, Will? I must say, your drive is impressive, even if your methods are cowardly and obvious"
From the moment he laid eyes upon the man, Sinestro began reading him. Yes... it was like the morning paper.
Anger. Attitude. Resistance.
Yes, he would be one of the few who would survive the game. He could feel it.
He had seen the mans reaction to the last man who offered him a hand; trust clearly wasn't on his itinerary... perhaps an irreducible offer would be more appealing. Hands on his hips, Thaal spoke from his place on the wall, his words blunt and simple.
"Welcome to the land of the barely living, Nathan- my name is Sinestro. I won't sugar coat our situation as some of the others might try to; Simply put, life is hell. The Overseer has declared herself 'Devil' and sees to govern it. Stick with me, no, us and you stand a distinct chance at dethroning her. Simple as that. Join our Alliance. Have a shot at greatness. Or return to your cell. If you can think of a third option, you're welcome to suggest it, but I believe that the only way any of us will be leaving here is together, or in body bags. Personally, I prefer the former. Are you in, Nathan?"
Despite his best attempts to quell the feeling, Thaal felt laughter trying to surface after hearing Lucy's comment. Through strength of will, he managed to restrict it to a simple smile and a nod of approval.
"Nathan is only as hostile as the rest of us were a period ago, only we had the privilege to meet as individuals. I suspect we'd all be more defensive had we come face to face with this little militia. Sailors, mercenaries, children and robots... we're hardly the crowd one would expect to encounter in a research facility, or a prison, or whatever this place may be...Unless the Cells we arrived in were the Cells used to engage the infected subjects... in which case, we'd be trapped in both..."