Gillian led Carl up the beach their house was built on, it was a cold night and the lack of bitterness that they felt was a reminder of how far they had come.
The mist on the horizon threatening to foreshadow the mood.
"So Carl, you're going to go pick a fight aren't you?" Gillian asked the question the moment that they had left the System display room.
"Yes, those bastards with the committee definitely saw it all, they sat back and didn't attempt to even send a slate message to us." Carl's eyes had turned wild the moment he was away from everyone else, the thin veil of calm practically burnt away by the fire burning inside of him.
"Well luckily for you, you're favourite lycan's here to save you from yourself. Happy to follow a script at least?"
"Depends, how diplomatic is it?"
"A three? Maybe two?"
"Sounds good, shoot."
