They made fun of me.
The ungrateful little punks I'd literally saved from certain death had the audacity to make fun of me.
Instead of chiseling statues to commemorate my bravery, composing songs in my honor, or making public proclamations of my valor… they made fun of me!
All I got was just snarky remarks about my 'dress' and pitying looks because I was spooning a five-foot golden greatsword.
Ingrates, I tell you! Every last one of them!
I had performed the impossible, and this was the thanks I got? Ugh! I hated them all!
Anyway, after Ray was done recording my embarrassing moments for posterity and Michael stopped treating me like a high-needs toddler, we circled back to the matter at hand.
"So… what do we do?" Alexia had finally asked, and though her voice was calm, I could detect some sharpness in it. "Do we go after Jake? I don't like the idea of a divine weapon in the hands of someone… someone unstable."
