God, he's turned into one of those cryptic psychic cunts, I always fuckin' hated those bitches. [ And not for the first time: ] What the fuck am I doing here.

[ All grumbling to herself, held awkwardly in Bellamy's grip. She was used to being the leader, not being led, and in a bright spark of half a moment of empathy she remembers Noctis is fucking king, maybe he wasn't so used to being bitched out by him either. Tough titties.

She cranes her neck as they go, trying to see some sign of what it is they're rushing away from, but they're still too early for it by, what, five to ten minutes if everyone got their shit together real snappily. ]

We waiting for the dead bitch? Cuz I vote we don't.