Stavanger Bay take what you can, give nothin' back!

Firefly fell back easily enough, which at some point in her life she might be thankful for. She was too angry at him just now for that, though. Her offense-driven rage over discovering he wasn’t her perfect prince but a complete fucking lunatic was all she could hold in her mind at that point. And good lord was she pissed.

She didn’t pursue him as he stepped past her. He seemed more collected now and not a threat, but still she watched him warily. It might’ve been saved then. Yami might’ve found a way to let this slide as just a bizarre, one-off incident where he maybe had deluded himself into thinking this was necessary to keep her interested in him. But then he stood over the man and desecrated his very body. And that was the final nail in the coffin.

Yami looked away, feeling sick to her stomach. She should’ve stopped him again, but she stood still with her legs trembling as fury over his actions and her inaction consumed her. She looked back only when he spoke to her, and her eyes were narrowed with absolute disgust and loathing. ”I am not your queen you sick fuck,” Yami hissed, trying to murder him with her eyes, ”You’re disgusting and I want nothing to do with you, or with this.”

With that, she turned and walked away. She was done with this. Done with him, done with all of them. She would rather be in Moonspear than be a part of this madness.