Zephyr looked dumbfounded at the bird “Or something? Could anyone one else have survived?” He looked around but already knew the answer, everyone he knew was dead. Winnie just turned her back to him and looked around at her gear.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkGreen"><b>“So what? We lost a few of your anti-prego potions, maybe stop fucking while everyone we've ever known burns in something worse than hell because of you.” </b></span>He said is a dull dark tone. Picking up a knife he started the spin it in his fingers. He was burning with anger and was almost done getting it out<b><span style="color: DarkGreen">. “Maybe if you spent less time talking about being all powerful and more time doing something you'd have been able to do something.”</span></b>Muttering the next part<span style="color: DarkGreen"><b>“For once.”<br/>
</b></span><br/>Stabbing the knife he was spinning into the table he looked at the woman, even if he was shorter the look on his face made him seem much scarier than he really was. His sarcasm was really only a shield but this was far from it, he meant all of this and whispered this next part<b><span style="color: DarkGreen">“So are you screwing him to forget about all the deaths that are on your hands? Or to try and get another foot hold in a place of power? You disgust me.”</span></b>Then talking in full volume<b><span style="color: DarkGreen">“I'm leaving the second this boat hits shore,  if I live until then.”<br/>
</span></b><br/>Turning on his heel he sent a death glare at Winnie while he leaned against the wall of the room.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>