“Are you angry, dear Ersa? Do you need a breast milk you big baby.” chuckled Lozen. “I'm just messing with you, that’s all.”
“You're just annoying. And might I add a narcissistic jerk,” said Ersa, feeling a bit frustrated.
“Oh! Grow up, I barely understand the words that come out of your mouth sometimes,” said Lozen.
‘That's because your brain is . . .”
“Let's go in, we're wasting time. You could get your fill of abusive words later,”
‘Promise me something before we go.’ said Ersa, with a hint of sincerity in her voice.
“What is it now, are we going to sing a lullaby before we go in and kill people.’ asked Lozen.
“Kill people? We're not killing anybody . . . I repeat we're not killing anyone. It's an infiltration mission, we only kill the Lamia, that's all—Nobody else. Not even the
