BYOS

More than anything else about their present situation Pyrrhic hated Erystotle's cowed demeanor. He wanted him to be a villain. He wanted him to be unapologetic and hateful. It would certainly be easier to hate him if he was crowing about his victory of the Abraxas, but instead Pyrrhic had been saddled with this sad, mewling specimen. Even though Erystotle was a problem it felt beneath him to kick the little beast. "Find a counter curse," he repeated slowly, trying to decide how much worth to assign this unusual and unexpected answer.

He nodded to himself, glanced up at the night sky, and frowned to himself all without a word as he considered the answer. "And why would you do that? Wouldn't that be wasting time on someone who hurt you and your family?" Pyrrhic was asking honestly although there was a hard edge to his voice he didn't try to hide. He wasn't sure what he was expecting from Erystotle. Some kind of magic answer that solved all of his problems would be awfully nice.