The Plague Doctor was quite a fine ally. They shared the same interests, could advance in the same direction. It could be said that for Lawrence to achieve what he had today, the Plague Doctor's merit was indispensable: the flesh of the Holy Grail, the legions of Secret Blood… he had given Lawrence far too much help.
Relying solely on those bizarre pieces of knowledge in the Plague Doctor's mind, and his ability to turn conjecture into reality, his power was far greater than that of an army.
Lawrence hesitated slightly.
He did not wish to let the Plague Doctor go. The Plague Doctor had yet to stand on the opposite side from him, but no matter what, there was always at least a sliver of possibility. For the sake of his own desire, Lawrence was willing to destroy every last trace of anything that might influence him in the slightest, even the Plague Doctor who had once aided him.
