Angie stared at Garrou for a moment, then said, “What? What are you talking about? That’s insane.”
“I know, isn’t it?!” he said with a shrug, turning now towards Peter and slowly approaching him as he slipped off his eyepatch and stuffed glove. “But it’s true, nonetheless. What that also means is that you did this to my hand, and this to my face. I am destined to be president, Peter, and to do great things for my people. You’ve almost ruined that for me. That’s an insult that cannot go unpunished. I mean… where would my pride be if I allowed that to happen without retaliation?”
“You attacked Sim!” Peter bellowed. “You were about to kill me! What was I supposed to do?!”
“You are all prey,” said Garrou, “and I’m the predator. You were supposed to die, Peter. That’s what. Die.”
“What the
