I hate it here

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

Honestly, the whole fucking place looked like a certain area Remi would love.

Ominous, biiiiiig ass crater, probably full of sharks, ghost whales, and some other shit. Melita wrinkled her nose and nodded at Flora’s pantomimed statement. It was too bad neither of them knew sign language. Instead, the Honeybee threw up her middle finger and displayed it towards the gargantuan hole.

However, the bioluminescent stuff was neat. Pointing towards a section of lights, she glided over, intending to inspect without touching (look, she’s learned, okay), but with one of her own knives pulled, in case she needed to make a quick stabbing.

Pay a little more attention to the healing power
of incandescent rage

Melita