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He did stop, but not without angry reluctance. Verx, having come to a halt himself, felt himself involuntarily bristle before shaking his head, looking flabbergasted. Hell no, bro, he said. His voice would have been full of laughter if there was any humor to be had in the situation--or in the past few days, at all. Nothing was funny about this.

What the fuck, Ephraim? Vercingetorix demanded, sliding into Trigedasleng as his voice became angrier. You better not be going to take on Rusalka, he warned, fixing a gimlet stare on the boy as he remembered their conversation the other day. I told you, man, they aren't worth it. Especially not now.

As always, the warrior was clueless as to the true nuance of the situation, and latched onto things he could comprehend. Specters of perceived failure were one thing, but anger at the neighbors? That was shit rooted in reality.