Redhawk Caldera When I am king, you will be first against the wall

Nightjar. Whip had met him once; he left little impression. But when they briefly met, it had been like looking at his reflection which was remarkably surreal. He supposed his older older brother was still here and he then understood the confusion. What confused Whip, however, was the girl's voice. It was so awkward and clunky; like a pup learning how to speak. He didn't know she was deaf, nor had he ever met anyone similar -- he just assumed she actually was touched in the head.

"Whip Redhawk," he answered plainly. "I used to live here and I want to come home."