Redhawk Caldera When I am king, you will be first against the wall

Yeah, that sounded like Mom. Fox didn't tolerate weakness in the way one would expect from a nurturing mother. Whip supposed he couldn't blame her despite the rift it tore between them in his early adolescence. The strong survived at the expense of the weak. That was the way the world worked. Perhaps, in some warped way, it was mercy to put down the poor souls who were inferior. It was a dark, morbid kindness.

Whip didn't dwell long on the thought, for they were soon joined by Elwood. Whip fixed his gaze on his godfather's face. He looked just the same as he did a year ago, as if nothing had changed over the course of a year even though everything had. "In the flesh," said Whip. "Like I was just telling my sister, I think it's time I came home Uncle El."