Goddamn, this hurt.
I was still strapped in here, it felt like ages since they took me down on the Leviathan and placed me wherever we were now.
Just because I'm a mana construct doesn't mean I'm a beast.
"Hey—Barit, right? Go ahead. Unstrap me."
Barit didn't flinch. "Considering your ooze, we went with the mana straps route."
"Yeah? Smart. Wouldn't want your crew getting twitchy from the fear leaking out."
"My crew can twitch all they want. I just don't want them screaming."
"They will be, I promise you that. Last time, you caught me dry. No tricks. No fuel. No bite."
Barit leaned in slightly. "And yet, still quite the bark."
Where was Nova… that lunatic girl better still be in the room.
I wish I could've turned my head. Didn't hate her. Actually kinda liked her. Hope she was—
"Bla bla bla, keep doing it, it doesn't hurt."
Nova.
Still mouthing off.
Then the scream hit. Top of her lungs. Shattering.
"DOESN'T HURT! DOESN'T—FUCKING—HURT!"
