Zephyr wanted to shove it into the bird's face how amazingly stupid she was being. They kept saying he owed her his life, that he is wrong and should be thankful, or sad for her.<span style="color: DarkGreen">“What a joke”</span>He mutters and rolls his eyes at them all<span style="color: DarkGreen"> “You are all in her hand... or rather her pants.”</span>putting his hands up in the air and shrugging.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkGreen">“Do I really have to point everything out to you? I mean I knew I was smart, handsome, talented, good at magic, strong, modest...” </span>he rolled his eyes again seeing the joke was rather misplaced<span style="color: DarkGreen"> “If she had of gone with him, none of this would have happened. Everyone would be alive, but this stuck up cunt killed them all. Not to mention right afterwords she felt like sleeping with the only person on this ship who has any power.”</span><br/><br/>Giving Doran the middle finger he turned to walk out<span style="color: DarkGreen"> “Might want to figure out she's using you to get what she wants now.” </span>pulling a knife out of his sleeve and throws it onto the ground<span style="color: DarkGreen"> “Go fuck yourselves.” </span>And he walked out of the room making sure to poke his head back in<span style="color: DarkGreen"> “Oh and big metal dildo, stop trying to fuck the little fox girl, stop stalking her, following her around and in general. You all need a reality check, stalking is not okay, genocide is not okay, why is everyone so calm with having her around?”</span><br/><br/>Finally the much hated thief turned to leave walking a short distance down the hall, just enough to get out of ear range and kicked over a random box making the wood splinter apart. A burst of wind going down the halls and slamming every open door before calming down finally.<span style="color: DarkGreen"> “I need my mask fixed.”</span>He muttered allowed. Putting his hand over his face and leaning on the wall of the wooden room he was in, some connecting hall between rooms. Thinking about his life before all this, the happy family he had grown to had, before that about how alone he was, before that the death of his friends from just trying to stay alive. That damnable city had been hell to live in, a place he had grown to hate. No one there deserved to die though. He had an odd sensation of warm chicken soup, something one of the dancers used to cook for him and his friends back when she used to be able to feed them.<br/><br/>Looking around he hugged his shoulders and slumped down to the floor shivering like he was cold but refusing to cry or look overly sad.<span style="color: DarkGreen">“This is hell. I died, and this is hell.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>