my heart runs on gasoline vapors

Basilisk nodded his head at her, acknowledging her promise. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do with a slave. He knew his Father would have treated her poorly, and Sirius would set her up to succeed while pushing her to go further. But Basilisk? He wasn’t sure. A part of him didn’t want to deal with the responsibility, but he knew that was unbecoming of the Armada Heir.

“Yes. Well, the Warlord has his own version of fairness” He said as she spoke of her rights. She could be pushed and tested, but that was a line that could not be crossed. He led her back out of the Col again. By now, she was hopefully getting a feel for the land. As he approached the treehouse he raised his head and called out to Spider, summoning his kid.


"Speech"