Alicarde narrowed his eyes. Malefica's tone wasn't her usual stern and imperious one; instead, it was somber, almost… vulnerable. She'd been showing more of that side of herself ever since their journey to the coven began. There was an edge of desperation to her voice that he hadn't heard before, but he understood why.
Protecting her was part of their pact, but not killing the witches wasn't. They weren't innocent civilians; they were powerful, dangerous women who had made their own choices, so taking them down wouldn't violate their agreement. On top of that, there was Malefica's plan, something she seemed reluctant to reveal, which could only mean it was something drastic.
'If it's something dumb, like sacrificing herself, then… I'm killing those witches, no matter what she says.'
Malefica quietly looked at him, her gaze steady, waiting for his response.
"I won't agree to anything unless you tell me what you actually plan to do."