"Then I guess I have to get to the heart of it all. Direct."
"Yes," Nilbog said. He leaned forward, and I feared the table would break.
"Were you happy, before any of us came here?"
"Yes. I can eat the most delicious foods, yet get every nutrient I need. I can fuck the most beautiful and exotic women you'd ever imagine, whenever I wish. Every need is provided for a hundred times over, and I'm surrounded by those who love me."
"Then why change? Why do anything? Let us leave, then return to your utopia."
Nilbog nodded. He rubbed at his chin, but the act was like pushing one's hand into jello. It shifted the mass more than it rubbed.
"You wanted a tie breaker?" Golem asked. "This is it. Do what Weaver is saying. Do what the Queen is suggesting. Stay quiet, enjoy what you've built here. Attack, and the entire world will take it away. Then, even if you're strong enough to survive that, which you may be, then Jack will still betray you."
"Or," Jack said, "You can stop lying to yourself."
Nilbog snapped his head around. He growled, "Impertinent."
"Your people are slowly starving. You make them eat each other to live, and desperately attempt to shoot any birds out of the sky so you can try to recoup what you lose. Bonesaw said they don't live long. How long?"
"Four years. Sometimes five." All at once, the light was gone from Nilbog's face, the sudden fury quenched.
"Who's your favorite?" Jack asked.
"Polka," Nilbog said. He reached out, and a female creature, no taller than three feet, hopped up onto the lap of the creature beside her king. She had a narrow face with a reptilian structure, with only four fangs at the very front, but smooth, humanlike skin. Her hair was white, her skin blue. She wore a toddler's clothes, a long, narrow tail lashing behind her. Nilbog stroked her hair.
"Not the first Polka," Jack said.
"No. The third."