She was right on that count. Even if she was doomed to die soon, Psii wouldn't be the one to do it. He didn't like culling, though it was shameful for a troll to admit. But he was tired of that life. There was a reason he ran away from Alternian slavery to join the troll now known in the Capitol as The Pacifist Victor. Psii liked to think that hanging around Signless had made him more merciful.

That, and anyone bold enough to claim he couldn't kill them was someone to be reckoned with. He wasn't going to pick fights blind.

"I'm not a damn fish," he griped. He wasn't like those douchebag seadweller trolls. "Well, you offered firtht, and I'm not gonna thay no. Give me thomething you might not need in the near future. Maybe thomething to help me catch food? The wingbeathtth are getting thmart on me."

He licked his lips, an innocuous tell, but it was accented by his fangs being sharp and, well, there. He was hungry, no denying it.