Ouroboros Spine You won't know your worth now, son, until you take a hit

Seeing her ill, weakened, and now struggling to draw information from him, gave Kiliutak a sense of superiority. He liked the feeling. It was rare for him to come across moments of it, and so his petulance would continue - worsen, maybe.

I don't know that word. Ostrega. he didn't even pronounce it right. Spat it. Let it drip from his lips with the water.

Engaging with the witch was foolish. She could have been weaving a new spell for him. Imbued this precious water with her will, to draw truths out. Something.

Kiliutak was feeling bold regardless.

My mother's name died with her. My father -- only Merrick knows. Kiliutak had never thought it an important name to remember. He did know one thing: They were friends.