"Bishop Kamphusser won't attack us," he simply gnaws at that chunk of flesh day after day, tirelessly, but such behavior has no end. At least in the five years of my existence here, nothing has changed. That lump of flesh, not the slightest bit altered."
Lyle soothed the Nia that manifested behind him, her tentacles clinging closely to Lyle's head, conveying the thought of snatching food from the jaws of danger with telepathy.
Raymond watched the towering shadow outlined with brilliance, his frame so tall and majestic. Well, Raymond was assessing if physically eliminating him would expose himself, how much effort it would take.
"Loveday, have you never thought of ending all of this? Ending Kamphusser's curse-like plight, the relentless torment."
