Glaive looked at Cerberus with discontent, ignoring the gun for the moment. "Do you always threaten people you need? If you're this desperate for help than I might as well go with you before you blow someone's head off." Glaive re-sheathed his sword. "Now, what is<span style="font-style: italic">'it'</span>exactly? For all I know it could be anything." Though there was a gnawing at the back of Glaive's mind that knew exactly what Cerberus was referring to.