You know nothing of what I am, let alone who I serve, [ he growls, but from his spark of irritation flares excitement, bared teeth turning into an easy grin. The song, the song, it would show her what it can do, what his Master Corypheus has chosen him to become. But then what? Mottled flesh and rotten bones, snapped and gone, just as his entertainment. He groans when that comes to him. ]

I made a mistake, [ he chides himself. ] I interfered, I was wrong, you- you two, fun, to watch. Not so much to speak to, by myself.

[ He bites his lip, thinking ]

Which are you, loyal soldier? Or bad soldier? --If you had to pick, of course you're- you're not much of anything at all. But you know that, Lady Cousland.

[ Cullen laughs. ]