Sleepy Fox Hollow Looks like they're wanting out.

Once more Anselm scoffed, but still he could not bring his gaze to the hard red which lined Etienne's face. He did not like seeing that any more than he liked being the author of it; this surprised him.

I am not selfish either. Anselm corrected, bristling. Of course, from Etienne's perspective, how could this be true? Anselm was a dick to him. I just do not vaste my energy vith senseless emotions. You -- He grunted, stopping short of something truly acerbic. You vaste so much energy vorrying about everyvone else.