Ephialtes out right laughed. Timaeus growling at him from inside his cage.
"No! No, no. I'm not going to hurt you."
He recovered from his mirth, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes. The star in the right pulsed. Besides, why would he do that? He needed the Knight to survive and capturing the Pharaoh's soul would not benefit him.
"Compassion? Oh, please!"
Timaeus snarled, throwing himself against the bars of his cage.
"You know what it was, kólos!"
Ephialtes ignored him as he scowled. Although, he had to hand it to him...
"Tch. Giving himself over to his ex-lover instead of being defeated with dignity. Although, if had done that, I would not exist."
He seemed to revel in the flinch from the Pharaoh's own words, a malicious grin on his face.