Ankyra Sound imma break that birdy's neck

She obviously had a kid, for it wasn't her that came at first but a male version, younger, broader. He shook his head in silent response, opening his mouth to speak--and then she came.

And of course, she couldn't keep her fucking opinion to herself.

Thanks, Verx rasped dryly. I'm going for the pity fuck. At the question, then, he gave a shrug and a sigh, shifting his weight. Looking for all the world like a man ran over by a truck and hung out to dry.

Drageda's gone, as you probably know, he said. Congratulations, you won. Hope you're happy. I had business to take care of elsewhere, so I didn't go with them, which I guess makes me a 'traitor.' So that's cool. His voice was wearing out, slowly but surely. Soon, he'd barely be audible--but he pushed on anyway.

He gave Blackhead a gimlet stare. I probably hate you more than anyone else in the world, but I respect the fuck out of you. You almost killed me, after all. That's quite the feat. Verx cleared his throat hard, a terrible, hacking sound. So if I don't get to serve a Heda, I'd rather just serve you, instead.