He didn't look at Sah when he felt the other man lean back against him, but Tal shifted to wrap his arm around the hunter's shoulders, pulling him close enough to offer silent comfort against the hell of his memories. He remembered the knock at his door one LongNight, when the Shields had brought his father's body home for the last time, carved deep by cultist knives...
He shook off the vision, focusing his rum-hazed attention on what Sah was saying. Not just the what but the why of it. A regional quest - and his heart squeezed at the instinctive offense that he hadn't been included in their plans, then thumped back painfully at the realization that he no longer lived there, though his family remained - and a letter probably written with some sass, knowing Sah.
And consequences, aimed not at Sah but at his family. Kids who hadn't even touched the Void in all this time. Hadn't fought it or harmed it or done anything to draw the Reaper's ire or attention, except to be related to Sah.
Like Sascha...
He shook his head, giving his frenemy a fierce squeeze as he scowled out at the ocean. "So we don't fuck with Dahlia," he grudgingly agreed. "But Vox lit'rally asked t'be fucked with, yeah? Wanted some bullshit poetry. Why don't we send somethin' t'him, instead? Somethin' like... I dunno...
Stop spyin' on us like some kinda creep
Stay outta our heads... it's... it's... uh, fuck what rhymes with...? Oh, yeah! It's just not that deep
We were doin' just fine afore you came along
An' also how th'fuck d'y'piss without a dong?
An' stay gone," he finished proudly, raising his rum bottle to the sky in a mocking toast. And never mind that he'd wandered away from the meter by the end.
He shook off the vision, focusing his rum-hazed attention on what Sah was saying. Not just the what but the why of it. A regional quest - and his heart squeezed at the instinctive offense that he hadn't been included in their plans, then thumped back painfully at the realization that he no longer lived there, though his family remained - and a letter probably written with some sass, knowing Sah.
And consequences, aimed not at Sah but at his family. Kids who hadn't even touched the Void in all this time. Hadn't fought it or harmed it or done anything to draw the Reaper's ire or attention, except to be related to Sah.
Like Sascha...
He shook his head, giving his frenemy a fierce squeeze as he scowled out at the ocean. "So we don't fuck with Dahlia," he grudgingly agreed. "But Vox lit'rally asked t'be fucked with, yeah? Wanted some bullshit poetry. Why don't we send somethin' t'him, instead? Somethin' like... I dunno...
Stop spyin' on us like some kinda creep
Stay outta our heads... it's... it's... uh, fuck what rhymes with...? Oh, yeah! It's just not that deep
We were doin' just fine afore you came along
An' also how th'fuck d'y'piss without a dong?
An' stay gone," he finished proudly, raising his rum bottle to the sky in a mocking toast. And never mind that he'd wandered away from the meter by the end.
