8th Wave

[tentacruelest]

Th' next time this Barge feels like poking around in my head, I'll be keeping to my quarters. The lot of yeh - useless dregs not fit to scrub a floor. It's bad enough I'm locked in here with you, I don't need to call any of yeh friends.

[Private to Bush]

Was dealing with me yerself so difficult that you sought to work through less offensive channels, Captain?

[Private to Arthas]

A word, my king.

[Can you feel that heavy sarcasm, Arthas?]

Comments

[Private]

[impure_tale]

Truth can be so painfully relative, Captain.

I am so very sorry for what others have done to you. I will leave you be.

The offers still stand. Not to torment you, but because they are yours.

Adieu.

[Private]

[tentacruelest]

[With an angry noise in the back of his throat to disguise the pain, Davy slams his communicator down and ends the connection]