"Cruel! Bro is cruel!" Rogue scurried toward the crates, muttering under his breath as he shot a glare at Liam. "Whatever. I'm still getting that cape. I'll look like a shadow in the wind..."
"No capes," Liam interrupted, his voice dropping into a stern, clinical tone "Capes are a tactical liability; they snag on the environment, get caught in boss attacks, and provide an easy handhold for enemies to snap your neck. Do you want to be cool, or do you want to stay alive? In this world, 'cool' gets you a funeral."
Rogue pouted, hugging the egg. "Fine, no cape. But I want a hood with ears, Mirra gets ears! Elizabeth has ears! Why don't I get ears?"
"Because you're a seal," Liam said, finally standing up and wiping his blood-stained knives on a tuft of grass.
