Valley of Gold dolor y sangre

I want to kill him.

That slow eternal spinning of the world seemed to halt for a moment; Andromache struggled to understand. At first she could not, even as Silvertongue snapped and caught her muzzle in a stinging blow. The scent of her own blood reached her only faintly.

No, A dogged denial of her own. She rose, determined that she would follow, suddenly understanding what Silvertongue meant to do. Andromache lifted her voice as much as it would abide, calling out even if the words fell on deaf ears: Kill him, then. Kill him, and put your demons to rest, and go home.

She could not stop her. And maybe she didn't want to.