She made an expression of intoxication at what should have been painful, and only continued to jab at him. "Ah, forgive me. I forget that such an expression wounds you. To be called a traitor – that's a phrase with scars, isn't it? But all the same, that is what you are, and that is why we have punished you. We've given up on you, traitor boy."
Vol's hand clenched, he willed it to shatter bone, but that hardly seemed like an option, against a creature as strong as her.
A skeletal jaw moved, and words came when there should have been none. "NOT FOR YOU. FOR ME."
