Northstar Vale I don't mean to be guarded, I don't mean to be rude

The soldier excused himself with a gruff voice. Antigone watched the scarred beast turn and prowl away to tend to… whatever might need tending. He could not imagine there was much that Reyson could do other than throw his weight around.

He makes me feel sick, Antigone admitted to Zulema. The ice on the edge of his voice gave insight to the obsessive discomfort that wriggled in his belly. He couldn’t stop seeing the markings on Reyson’s flesh. He couldn’t stop picturing the pale pink of his body’s mutilation and how it had transformed him into a walking monster. Bile rose in the back of his throat.