Man, lowbloods are all so fucking tiny. You're starting to feel like a drone in the caverns right now: Marduk is the tallest of the bunch, and even slouched, you've got a head on her. Shit is absurd.

Little fuckers could at least have the courtesy to wear boots.

"Ghosts," you repeat. That sounds vaguely familiar: if they're hanging with Marduk and Sipara, then they're probably another dork from Fleetbound. Well, whatever. "That's hilarious, kid, 'cause I fucking make them. Now shut the fuck up. I'm not out here to yammer."

Moving requires shifting Pheres, who is still purring, and.. apparently sleeping, because he doesn't do much more than make a muffled noise of protest when you try to stand up. It's pathetic, and you'd almost be tempted to let him stay, except for the fact he is completely fucking drunk, and that, combined with the way he's clinging, is starting to seriously weird you out.

Thank god for the jade. She trots over, rattling off some creed on water bottles and dehydration, and you take the opportunity to shrug off Pheres, and push him - none too gently - towards her. "Go cling to the trainee," you order. "Come on, we're walking."