Clink looks deep in thought. Suddenly his face lights up. "No. I'm not going to kill you. You said you've failed the Monarch, so there's no point in working with him anymore. Why don't you come and work for us? We can provide protection, not that you need it, and whatever fuels your powers I'm sure we can get. It may not be what you expected, but it's better than the whole of the Family hunting you down for killing 15 of their men. And if you do decide to join us, I'm sure I can put in a word or two with the Don. Those men are probably happier dead. So what do you say? We could work as an unstoppable team, or you can fade into the oblivion, knowing that you failed your only purpose in life. I hope you make the right choice. I'd rather not have the Monarch after me." Clink, glad to have his arms back, readies them for any backlash from the synth. He stands, waiting for an answer.