"What do ya think yer da 'ell do to us?" The Roe looks almost comical in his cell, Â even when seated his wavy hair brushed the top of the ceiling. A scraping in his hands plays out a small irregular rhythm as he talks, flecks of bone dust flitting down onto the floor.Â
"Gods if I know." The Hyur exhales, watching a particularly intense bout between the roach who lived under his cot and a small army of ants. He probes at the puffy cut still disfiguring his face, "He did sew us up though, a rather paternal gesture, I thought.
The ants have begun adopting formation tactics and flanking the larger roach. "Perhaps he simply wishes us to be healthy for our execution." They begin grabbing legs and pulling the roach spreadeagled, as more ants begin crawling over assist.
"I dinnae lad, the man's not one for showboating..."
A slight commotion outside prefaces the quick snap of the cell's view grate being opened, "On your feet Frederick. You too Ahrbrot."Â
"Is that it then?" The hyur doesn't move, the roach's last moments playing out before his eyes as it is slowly dismembered by the ant horde, "Time to die?"
"Die? Haven't you heard lad? Yer sister's dead, and her ship down with her." A key fumbles with a lock, "Now get out of that cell, before the Admiral changes his mind."Â
He stands, stretching in the soft light of the cell, "Well."
"I'll make time to weep later then."
"Gods if I know." The Hyur exhales, watching a particularly intense bout between the roach who lived under his cot and a small army of ants. He probes at the puffy cut still disfiguring his face, "He did sew us up though, a rather paternal gesture, I thought.
The ants have begun adopting formation tactics and flanking the larger roach. "Perhaps he simply wishes us to be healthy for our execution." They begin grabbing legs and pulling the roach spreadeagled, as more ants begin crawling over assist.
"I dinnae lad, the man's not one for showboating..."
A slight commotion outside prefaces the quick snap of the cell's view grate being opened, "On your feet Frederick. You too Ahrbrot."Â
"Is that it then?" The hyur doesn't move, the roach's last moments playing out before his eyes as it is slowly dismembered by the ant horde, "Time to die?"
"Die? Haven't you heard lad? Yer sister's dead, and her ship down with her." A key fumbles with a lock, "Now get out of that cell, before the Admiral changes his mind."Â
He stands, stretching in the soft light of the cell, "Well."
"I'll make time to weep later then."
