the usefulness of this uselessness

Unfortunately for his boisterous sister, Corsair had seen her almost choke on a feather and his face twisted into a sneer, an actual chuckle pulled from his chest. He had spent the better part of the morning running between the goats, still torn between taking out a femoral artery and just... moving them from one place to another. The physical movement gave the boy a bit of peace, some of the intensity tempered, but none of the savage intelligence, if only for now. "Impossible to underestimate, as always, dear sister mine." he greeted her with a shit eating grin. Gaze roving over the gathered materials, and settling on one of the partially weaved baskets, turning it this way and that, calculating gaze weighing up the options before him.

"speech"