"Miss who? Why, your very dear friends, who brought you here so that I could help you," Carrion lied. "They said you would forget, that I'd have to tell you over and over again, Glitch. They're trying to get your brain back from Azkadillia as I speak."
His cold hands indeed had a firm grip. Finally, the moment of truth arrived, and he started to pull open the zipper. "But what good is a brain if one can't return it properly?"
Once it was open, Carrion was met by the faint smell of growth. "Well, look at that..." Apparently Glitch had lied, or was simply unaware that a few shrooms were growing inside the dark, damp of his head. "Did you know that you have some dirt inside your head?"