[se] tarnished but grand

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

They were heading into more nefarious and scandalous reaches now, and Melita hung on every word, jaw still dropping, emphatic shakes of her head following, or an incredulous look or glance given every few seconds. “You think he’d involve the gods over it?” It took her more than a moment to consider; because he did seem like a particularly desperate kind of fool, and he’d already done so at the limbo.

And given that she knew how the whole Sunjata and Safrin deal had gone down…

She let out a rush of air from her lungs and took another bite of jerky. “That’s fuckin wild. Maybe you should tell your mom.” Ru wouldn’t stand for any of that manipulative nonsense back upon herself, even if she was a frequent user of such techniques.

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

Melita