quite eradicated
Tactical; he did not enjoy using this term, but it suited what he did now. The gaps within his ranks filled with faces he knew, people he believed he could trust. Myrika was his diamond in the rough, but she was Lykoi through and through despite her doubts. He liked her because of them, rather. It gave her a honesty that was lacking in the self-confidence that had warped into arrogance within Halo.
That left his third party, the joker card. It might have given him pause to push her so far, but he had done so wisely. A part of him was still very much like the mottled woman. He had seen it in her body, in the story she spoke when they fought. Twin tides pulled at her, fought to rip her asunder—she would either break under their weight or rise. How dearly he hoped to see this. Unlike Zana, Vesper was not bound here by blood. She was a woman who had come here of her own free choice, even if the doubt festered within her as it did him.
Yet his goal had not been to find her, though he did so on this day. He had been cutting back through the territory when he spotted her, advancing along on a patrol. With practiced ease he fell into pace behind her, a bemused smile on his face.
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