Ankyra Sound shovels & keys

I could not give less of a fuck what you do after this, my dude, Rae laughed, finally freeing one of his limbs from the tangle. And you're not in a spot for me to be asking jack shit from you anyway. Just take the help and be happy, would ya? Shit, you almost drowned, where are you even getting the energy for cynicism?
Despite her harsh words, her tone was light; she was enjoying herself. Mostly because she knew that, in his position, she would be asking the same questions. Wondering the same thing: what do you want from me? There was a certain sort of glee for her in the knowledge that she did not want or need anything from him except what he had already given; the chance to see someone in worse condition than herself, with less knowledge of the place he was in, and be able to lord her own ability and knowledge over him just a little. That was payment enough.