"You think it reached Asgard?"
"Are you doubting my aim?"
The click of Gerald's tongue once again presented itself to the world as he looked at Van sparingly, "Why didn't you just throw one yourself if you're just going to complain? I swear you beggars are such entitled fucks."
"..." And once again, Van could not help but wonder how Gerald had not changed even after more than a hundred years. Harvey and the others have all gone through significant changes-- but Gerald, even as Xinyan lay unconscious in the confines of her own glacier, managed to remain the same as how he was before. Maybe he had gained the maturity one would expect from someone who had experienced what he had-- but Van just could not see it.
