Noctisardor Bypass I own that technology now.

"you're right. maybe if i'd handled things alone, i wouldn't have had to be disappointed twice." they could bandy words all day about their liaison but heda no longer cared, latching to something beyond them both with the fixation of a bloodhound.
they stood before each other in a mutual glower. heda sensed that anselm was pleased in some way that she had not simply walked off. his harpoon bled between her shoulders, down into the stippled hackles.
"so what did mahler tell you, anselm? or did he just not say anything one day?" 
but now she was not considering another portion of things, another unsaid name; no, no, if anselm wished her to bleed, then bleed she would, right into his eyes.
it was a shot in the dark, and she held firm, her stare locked to his own. "is that why you need me to tell you i need you?"