"No dungeon," Will said, in a voice as firm and immovable as a mountain.
Art, who'd nodded willingly along with Marian's idea, squinted, looking from Will to Robin in confusion. He didn't know nothing about rebuilding, but a dungeon sounded like a pretty damn solid plan to him. "Hold up, why not? Give the dicknugget a taste of his own medicine, ay? Keep him where we can—"
"No dungeon," Will repeated, cutting him off. He took a step towards Marian, reaching out to lay a hand on her shoulder, his eyes serious. "I ain't letting you put this all on yourself this time, Marian. I was wrong to do it first off. Rob's right. We'll deal with it together. Important thing is he can't touch us now."