[And now Emmet's staring at the knife. Though he's not fully pinned, his wings are - he can't escape. And since coming here, he couldn't move though the skies and ground like he used to... He had to talk his way out of this! Like Ingo would!] What do you want? Is it me?
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He had to talk his way out of this! Like Ingo would!]
What do you want? Is it me?