"You answer, or I kill you as a warning to the others, and take them out when they come in after you," Ezra told her, voice cold, and he advanced one step for the one she'd retreated - but not a step closer.
"There are no winners, this isn't a fucking game," he added, tone harsh on that one. That idea got his back up, even if he knew it was probably just an expression. His point stood. It was life, or death, and he didn't want this to end poorly but it wouldn't be the first time it had. She wouldn't be the first one who tried to lure people close, so they could be stripped of everything they had and worse. Ezra no longer had the ability to give the benefit of the doubt, sadly.