‘If I find them, what are you going to do with them?’ asked the isopod swarm, expression neutral.
Inshii raised their eyebrows.
“Why do you care?”
‘I want to know.’ He signed, gestures firm and insistent.
“We need them out of the way, Gallen.” Inshii said with a touch of impatience. “Make sure they don’t do something stupid like come to get revenge. They blame Rhyssa for what happened to their limeblood, in case you’ve forgotten. I doubt they’re going to let that go.”
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