Kioko wasn't sure if they were supposed to respond and, if so, what to say. She looked to Ark, but he was silent, his face unreadable.
Malick went on, "It is no matter, for neither of you children knew him in the days before. Ark, perhaps, caught glimpses of his beautiful fury, but even he wasn't there, in the old world, to see Jorick alight with youthful anger, desperate to quench the flame of rage with his enemy's blood." He trailed away, lost to memory, then snapped back to the present. "As to the matter at hand, it would be easiest for you to simply incapacitate Jorick, and bring him to me." He met Ark's gaze and chuckled. "But you do not choose the easy path, do you, child? If you wish to make it difficult, you may tell him I only wish to speak to him, though it's doubtful he'll believe such a tale. When that fails, you will perhaps wish to employ this wonderful invention?" He motioned to the box of gas canisters.
"And the human?" Ark asked.