Moonspear who can blame him

Alya carefully hid her exasperation. She adored her father, but he was getting a bit long in the tooth. It wouldn't be too much longer before he started answering her questions with riddles like Amekaze.

"But then they'll return to the territory and smell us, and Drageda will still be there to help them attack us," said Alya, keeping her expression open and guileless so that Charon would not think she was patronizing him or something like that. She loved him, and she wanted to be just like him - but she didn't agree with his plan. "Their weaker members might be dead, but they'll have their allies with them. I'd rather take on all of Redhawk at once than try to face them and whatever friends they have with them." But her expression was doubtful, now. Maybe it would be better to kill as many as they could when they had the chance? If they held Liffey, would that keep the Redhawks from attacking?

"I'm talking about Liffey, dad. The girl who was mysterious absent when Ax was murdered. I bet she's glad her brother got away," said Alya. "She's never liked Hydra, Lyra, and me - for no reason, even after we saved her from that wolverine, and her boyfriend from Vaati."

Alya said all this with calm indifference, but inwardly, her gut burned with a hot mixture of glee and distaste.