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I have no need to answer preguntas estúpidas. Mictec practically spit the words, as if she had tucked the venom out of a snakes bite. Memories swirled of a time long ago, upon her recent exile. Those days were stained with blood with the killing spree that followed the exile, no care given and seeking any opportunity to confront la muerte herself.

La madre would have been appalled by such aggressive force but el padre was the one who trained her in warfare. Estabas allí cuando esos monstruos me llevaron a ese infierno. Another daring step forward. And here you are again, have you brought them with you to take me away again?

Mictec could not deny she still harbored anger, yet it was misplaced. As her head dipped slightly, her marigold eyes blazing like that of the harsh sun on the hottest of summer days, she could feel all rational thought threatening to disappear. But there was a pause, the low growl of hunger had become familiar to her and to hear it from the other begun to chizzle away at mask she wore.