Enver nods, understanding the weight of what is coming down. They are near the end, a little sooner than he wanted. And everything is snowballing at once. The brain doesn't have to just be brought under control. It has to be ordered to die.

But the first thing they are going to do is what they must, and there is the one thing he wanted most even when the plan was still the plan: Time. Time, specifically, with this person. That was worth going to Hell for. It was worth stealing the crown for. Taking over the city and every endeavor since. Even the few that he felt less than approving of, even when figuring what "must" be done.

So he's on board to move foward: right until Durge's last statement.

"...what -- no!" The outburst even surprises him a little. He's not even certain what he is trying to argue, just that he has to. "That's twice I've watched you go now only to receive word you died, I can't send you off again. I won't!"