long, hot summer

Revenge himself was still unsure what to think of his sister's encounter with the brute, though he'd consciously tried to keep his own thoughts from that day. Even if he had known Kyarst was the one the likelihood of him confronting the other man or holding a grudge was slim. He'd be given a full name, though Revenge had left his surname off. He wasn't particularly proud of his parentage anyway, but maybe Kyarst would have been interested to know the relation to Rhythm, not that it mattered much. He'd manage to crack a smile at the comment he'd be given after the knowledge of his skills were offered.

Revenge was used to the frequent visits of his sister into his care, though he'd yet to really see anyone else but Bellona. Thoughts of her also had a habit of making his stomach turn, he'd thought her sweet and had enjoyed spending time with the young she wolf, he had to figure that this was a relation to Kyarst. Not that he was ready to give condolences or anything, he wasn't even sure he could utter thoughts of her death aloud.

His dry throat was not forgotten it seemed as Kyarst ripped him away from somber thoughts and asked forgiveness of his greed. He had finished up the supply, but it seemed he was not above helping a fellow Imperium member to a drink. They both knew the importance of staying well hydrated.

"Please." He'd offer in reply, easily falling into step behind the Armada wolf.