Gareth flicked his forked tongue over his lips and scoffed, "So what?"
A chill ran through Hecate, and her teeth chattered. CLACK. CLACK. She growled, "You're the Prince of the Blade-Wing Insectoids! How can you do this to your own people? Even if you hate The Everwake, you shouldn't have..."
"Shouldn't have collaborated with the Parasite Swarm? Heh. Hecate, for a Swarm Queen, you're unbelievably stupid."
"I've lost everything! The Blade-Wing Insectoids should have been mine, but they all follow The Everwake! They all believe he can lead our people out of this damned Triangle Abyss and to a vaster continent!"
"By what right?"
"Hecate, I won't accept this! By what right does a mere cast-off get to stand above me?!"
Gareth's expression was savage, his low voice filled with madness.
'If I can't have it, no one can.'
