Hadama is still hard at work on his hippocampus...es (hippocampi?), which is probably a good thing, because Fox looks like a complete dumbass with his hands in his lap and his jaw slack, looking the other man up and down as if he might suddenly sprout a crown, or a sign to suggest he's royalty. "King of... what, here?" he repeats, trying and failing to shake away his shock, even when another question is levelled at him.
"Uh..." He shakes his head. "We don't have one. Not any more. They were kings and queens, and then we had an Overseer for a bit... and then an Archon." And none of them had stuck around for very long or had done much to make the grounds seem any better or safer, in his opinion. Not that he'd have been particularly fond of any of them anyway, what with the whole Ascended hullabaloo.
"Uh..." He shakes his head. "We don't have one. Not any more. They were kings and queens, and then we had an Overseer for a bit... and then an Archon." And none of them had stuck around for very long or had done much to make the grounds seem any better or safer, in his opinion. Not that he'd have been particularly fond of any of them anyway, what with the whole Ascended hullabaloo.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
