Moonspear when i found the angels were drinking wine

arcturus would never forget it was kukutux that had come to him, when everyone else had seemingly let him down. for now, his thoughts were murky -- but in the days following, once all that shit hit the fan (lol), he would have plenty of time to be reflective.

plenty of time to realize, he had not treated her as kindly as she had treated him.

for now his thoughts were scrambled; the more he tried to corral them into shapes that made sense, the more they dispersed. like herding cats. maybe it was the fever welling in him, or the loss of blood -- or even the overwhelming pain -- but thinking in this moment was tremendously difficult.

"he challenged me," arcturus managed, trying his best not to move his face -- even talking hurt. he could not summon the energy to defend himself further, instead reserving his energies for her next question - if any such query would arise.