Emberwood It's time to get out of Iraq, Bush

Lolita was more than willing to accept the truth of the matter, which gave him a great deal of relief. His shoulders sagged, and then he shrugged. I've nay choice. I still love her, Lita, Pyg said, voice despondent. She is sweet. . .but sae often that sweetness is accompanied by somethin' bitter. I thought it might be different, with her.

But he'd take the bitterness in spades; he'd take the wounds. He just didn't want to see his little sister disappointed by Bhediya's treachery.

He cocked his head, glancing at her. What did ye have tae tell me? Pygmalion asked, feeling dread pool once more in his stomach. Whatever it was, it likely wasn't good, based on her delivery. Which. . .God, he could use something good, right now. Why did it all have to be so bad?