Watch your back and hold your own

He was nearby when Modesty returned, but when she had left, Gil had gone too, and as he watched Mod walk by, she looked like shit. He looked beyond the celestial babe for signs of Gil, but didn't see him. Maybe she had finally knocked him into next week. So why was she all gross looking like someone had died? And her kid equally looked traumatized. The fuck? Before he could ask what the fuck was going on, she announced something unexpected. Gilgamesh? The Gilgamesh? Dead!? He was shocked to hear it, of course, and it took him a moment to process what had been said. But once he managed to regain his composure, even if just a little, a feral snarl ripped from his throat as his gaze grew dark. Who had dealt the killing blow? Bellamy? Her giant pet? He remembered when he took the child from them the first time...

"Let me handle the bear." He snarled, fur bristling. "I took her once before. It's time I remind Bellamy and her pet what I am capable of. I'll have the bear before the day is through." Or ya know, as soon as possible, anyway. Provided Modesty gave him the authority to do what he needed to do.


"Speech"