Julian saw Rowan seemed to be wavering, that there was still a chance to survive, so he hurriedly took the opportunity to beg for himself: "I am hurt like this now, I can't even fly, nor can I run far. You guys just tie me up, wait until you really feel I won't go back to tattle, or until you move to another place, then let me go, that works too."
"Shut your mouth right now!" Owen clenched his fists, green veins popping on his forehead. He regretted not acting decisively earlier; had he known it would be like this, he wouldn't have spared his life to let him jump around here teasing, bothering his Omegina.
"Alright, let's just decide to lock him up for a few days first, see how he behaves then decide later." Rowan made the final decision, too lazy to argue further.
Hearing that, Owen was so angry he almost suffered internal injuries, his eyes glaring fiercely: "I do not agree! Absolutely not!"
