[Caitlyn draws her rifle (since when did she have her rifle—that rifle?) and takes aim at th… what, the ceiling? Her eyes are wide, furious on his behalf. Where did that voice come from?]
You. [Low, authoritative, sharp.] Enough of your questions. What’s the purpose of this?
[Why do you think you’re unlovable?]
[To Whelk:] Could you love a monster?
[Back up, lip curled:] Show yourself.
he is god’s human chewtoy
[What?
[Caitlyn draws her rifle (since when did she have her rifle—that rifle?) and takes aim at th… what, the ceiling? Her eyes are wide, furious on his behalf. Where did that voice come from?]
You. [Low, authoritative, sharp.] Enough of your questions. What’s the purpose of this?
[Why do you think you’re unlovable?]
[To Whelk:] Could you love a monster?
[Back up, lip curled:] Show yourself.