Part 617: Panne B

Hey, Panne!

Keep your distance, Plegian viper.

Aww, did you forget my name again? It's Henry! Hey, so are you bad with names because you're a half-beast?

Are you eager for me to kill you, boy?

Aw, that's sweet of you to offer, but no thanks! And I meant it as a compliment!

What part of "half-beast" is a compliment?!

Er, the beast half, I guess. I love animals! I wish I could be one. Even a half one would be okay with me.

For what possible reason?

My parents abandoned me in the woods when I was little. So it was mostly the nice animals there who raised me. I still love their smell. It relaxes me in a totally nostalgic sort of way.

I suppose that explains the odd feral air about you. ... As much it pains me to say so, I find your scent acceptable.

Nya ha! Yay!

But understand this-- I have no intention of forgiving what you Grimleal have done.

So if I went out and killed them all, could we be friends?

Are you mad? Have you no sense of fealty to your warren?

Eh, not really. I'd kill pretty much whoever you want me to, Panne.

You are a child tearing wings from flies, and nothing more. You have no idea what the taguel have gone through. What horrors Plegia has wrought. ... Still, perhaps you are simply too young or stupid to know better.

I'm not that young, and I don't think I'm stupid. But hey, who knows, right? Still, I'd like to know more about you, Panne! Can I stick with you?

Only if you can keep up.