Ouroboros Spine I've met the myth hanging heavy over you

The further the man spoke, the more Raimo thought, I could ruin that pale coat of yours, so easily too. And, what use would Kukutux have for that skin after-the-fact, I wonder.

Otherwise Raimo had nothing to say.

He thought back to Jakoul instead. Finding her among the glittering rocks of the quarry. The shape of her sharp-angled body, her eagerness to please, the hours spent with her and more than anything, the laziness that persisted after a full day spent with her.

Raimo wondered if Adrastus would know that feeling. If he had yet to take Kukutux or, finding the shadow gone from the land on his return, if he had slunk willingly in to the ulaq to fill the void left beside Kukutux.

No, he had nothing to say.