After the previous conversation.
“And if the three of you are the only ones to survive, take it to the Westlands. Having touched it, I have come to realize, and I still don’t really understand why, that it belongs there.”
“If it comes to this, Red, you’re my first choice to hold the blade. You have a fate surrounding a blade and you’re reluctant.”
“If not Red, then you Gus, since you’re just reluctant.”
“What should be done with the blade?” Alexis shrugs his shoulders.
“Unite the tribes, or at least attempt to?” Alexis shrugs his shoulders again.
“Become a servant to one of the leaders of the West?” More shrugging.
“Depose one of the leaders yourself? Actually that sounds like a bad idea.”
“Can I get your agreement on this? Alexis looks for the agreement of each in this group.”
Telosh looks wide eyed at Alexis and the others. His eyes dart from Red to Gustav to Alexis to see what their reactions are. His fingers twitch as he considers the possibilities.
“Good plan Alexis,” Telosh manages to mumble as he is lost in his own imagination.