He wanted to find a solution for his hand, which had been sliced off, and not make new plans to kill Zyren that could backfire on him.
The phantom ache of what was no longer there pulsed faintly in his mind, a reminder of failure he refused to acknowledge aloud. Yet, the thought that Aria would be his right after Zyren was dead elated his very soul as he quietly nodded his head before he came to a conclusion.
"Fine! You'll head to the vampire realm and use the artifact on her!" he said, his voice sharp and final, even as Clara, who had been staring at the ground, frowned in a way that she didn't want to be seen. Her fingers curled slowly at her sides, nails digging into her palms as if grounding herself was the only thing keeping her upright.
Having clearly heard him say that she would be taking all the risks if it failed, she raised her gaze to smile at him as she nodded. The smile was practiced, perfect, and utterly hollow.
