"GONE IS A NAMELESS. Gone is a brother palest." Gone is an alliance he had seen potential in. The first things, well, they hurt. The third, a tragedy, but what could he do now? He wants not to think on it and so he doesn't. He doesn't let himself feel a thing on such worry woesomes. He can do so later, when he is in Mituna's arms again, once more. Mituna would understand, Mituna would be there. "BUT HE HAS CULLED AT LONG LAST OF OTHERS AND HE FEELS IN HIM MORE SHALL FOLLOW SOON. The Messiahs have heard his prayers and he has found carnival close e-motherfucking-nough and his power come home. WOULD SING PRAISE IF ONLY HE COULD SING."

He is still in the habit of swaying. It is difficult to stop. He may have allowed himself to grow too giddy. It's difficult to focus. The bloodhaze did so sometimes. Perhaps it was because of so long without, having it again.

"As we all are, making like to take advantage, we," He says. "IS THERE REASON AS SHE WAS ABLE TO TEAR LIMB OF STONE?" Sure, he's ripped people apart, but he hasn't seen it common in humans. "Do you think such ability could make to be honed and so unbreaking in her sights?"

He stops still. He doesn't give indication as to why, instead waiting for her answer. He may have an idea for new test.