The deal should not have been struck.
Zero hadn’t know then, that his master had a soft heart behind that hard, brittle shell of cold intellect which he wore so well. He hadn’t thought that his mercy on that day would extend through a year- and more. Hadn’t dreamed that royalty would give a man like himself a home.
At the time he’d been thinking like a trapped thief, a criminal who considered the life of a prince an equal trade for his own. But now that the slavers from Muse had come to fulfill the contract, Zero refused to let Leo be the one to pay.