text: With a narrowing of your eyes, the prostitute's neck is snapped. Drake releases her body, staring at you. 
  
  
  "You're... well, you're a threat," Drake says, dropping the knife and standing.
  
  
  "You're coming with me," you say.
  
  
  "Sure, sure," Drake says. 
  
  
  You bind Drake's hands together with invisible chains, and force him to march forward. Drake immediately becomes compliant.
  
  
  "Can I grab a few things?" Drake asks. "My... dreams get pretty bad. I have terrifying nightmares. I have medication that helps. Please, please can I get them?" Drake asks.
  > You force Drake to leave
  "No, we're going!" you growl.
  
  
  Drake nods slowly, before drawing a pistol from his belt, aiming at you. You fling the pistol out of his hands, dragging him into the air.
  
  
  "Please, I'm sorry, but I can't be captured. They'll kill them!" Drake asks pitifully.
  
  
  "Them?" you ask.
  
  
  "Yes. Kyros has my two children taken prisoner aboard this ship, my two baby girls. If I don't report to him every hour, he'll hurt them!"
  
  
  "I've read your report. You don't have children."
  
  
  Drake's look of terror and desperation slowly morphs into a grin.
  
  
  "Alright, you got me. Shall we go?"
  
  
  You snarl, smacking Drake into the ground. He lets out a pained yell, before you raise him up again.
  
  
  "Give me one reason not to kill you," you say.
  
  
  "Fuck you. Just go ahead and kill me," Drake laughs, spitting blood out of his mouth and giving a grin, his teeth bloodied.
  
  
  "Is that your final answer?" you ask.
  
  
  "You need me alive to pilot this ship, dipshit," Drake says.
  
  
  "Perhaps. But I could easily peel off your skin, turn your bones to dust, char your flesh and twist your limbs off."
  
  
  "You need to happy, Karth," Drake grins. "My jobs to navigate the ship, make sure we're not lost in the Warp, boarded by daemons or make sure we don't come out of the Warp and straight into the sun. If my life's not worth living, such as if someone peeled off my skin, turned my bones to dust, charred my flesh and twisted my limbs off, I'd just make sure this ship goes straight into a star."
  
  
  "Just break him. The powers of the Warp will send you where you need to go. You don't need a Navigator. Tear this rat apart!" Meliodas says.
  
  
  You growl, walking out into the hallway, Drake floating after you. You quickly reach an elevator, tossing Drake inside. 