Wheeling Gull Isle and i smashed those tiny mirrors inside of your skull

ruo didn't back down, and stoicly stared at his fustrated looks. she was unintimidated by his anger, and only replied cooly, "you are rat." she was being awfully harsh, but grew tired of this overexerted persona of irritation in a bundle, "why fight the weak." and once more glanced at his lost leg, before gazing back into his eyes, "you angry for being so."

she was moreso uneager to move with the threat to leave. he entered a land dominated by family, but commanded one to leave the beaches she lays by every day. 
"you own nothing,"

"not even your leg." she spoke in her own tongue.