Dylan was thrown off a bit, frowning. "You argued with my father? Whatever for?" He shook his head. "I know he's an arse, I've been telling you that for years."
Not that it was important right now, nothing was important other than James thinking he'd get away with this. "Don't try that with me, I know you too fucking well. You're telling half truths and I've seen you do it before and I'm a fucking idiot for not figuring this out on my own."
He sighed. "He didn't say fight, he said sacrificing yourself. And no, it's not an option. If you die and I don't, I'll bring you back to life just to kick your arse, just so you know."