Heron Lake Plateau [m] What's left for me and my broken heart if I cannot have you?

So, he'd died and gone to hell.

Or something like that. Tybault opened one eye, the other swollen shut and crusted with blood, and regarded Reina tiredly. He supposed a bit of gratitude would have been too much to ask for.

A quick death, then, would have been his next preference — but he found that he couldn't draw a breath to ask for it. So instead Tybault laid there like a piece of shit. Seriously, what else did she expect him to do?