Noctisardor Bypass I own that technology now.

His breath caught in his throat. Despite the edge in her reply, Anselm saw something else — the dark stains of recent crying. 

He froze, and she swept right past him. Behind them he distantly made out the mewling of the cubs. A cold had settled into the air, and by the creek early spring peepers sounded their textbook chorus. 

What was there to piece together? They’d gotten rid of one asshole. She’d gained two men for the price of one; this was a good deal, was it not? Anselm tried but was at a loss. 

Heda was more than several strides away when he moved again. No, I can’t. He didn’t understand what there was to cry about. He had so many things he wanted to say - but the looks and coldness she’d given him these last two days chilled his sense of adventure completely. 

You lied to me! He called to her back, long strides carrying him towards her flank. You asked me to stay and then you act like you don’t vant me here — and you lied! How am I supposed to piece anything together vhen you tell me nothing.

He fell short of further words then, feeling his throat constrict with a storm of emotions he’d managed to keep lidded these last two weeks.