Otatso Wetlands and if i catch it coming back my way, i'm gonna serve it to you

Viinturuth—a voice of reason if there was one, and yet in the spiraling darkness he was beginning to feel closing in on him, it fell mostly on deaf ears. “Like I protected Ibis,” he replied dully—knowing if anyone could understand him in this pain, even remotely—it was his brother. He had known Ibis. Had helped them with their children.

And helped them when things had gotten dark at the Empire—even though Ibis had never known the full extent of the politics she had been shielded from.

He exhaled sharply—steeling himself—a brazen roll of his shoulders as he tried to ground himself. “Now what?”