Korsarro sighs. It was obvious. The giant would be watching over little Mary. He shook his head, quickly turning and taking the quickest way to the Hospice he knew. He would have to right his wrong. Or at the very least attempt to. His stride slowly changed, almost transformed. The small man with the broken spirit quickly becoming the small man with a deed that by the holy buzzing of the Beesiah he would see done this day.<br/><br/>He recalled the words he had spoken to Arn in the Kitchen earlier. If the man refused then Korsarro would simply follow him, repeating these words until the Giant finally exacted his revenge. He nodded to himself. Yes. This would do. He turned a corner that was only several corridors and saw the giant striding down the opposite end. For a moment, he froze, his purpose wavering, his self-preservation yelling at him how bad an idea this was. He cast them from his mind and cleared his throat, his purposeful stride returning as he locked eyes with the Giant, ignoring all obstacles he couldn't avoid and barging past those he could not. "ARN! We have unfinished business!" He shouted.