Cian/Ash/Lea
"Yeah, it's a Faram-damned celebration," he spat. "What are you even doing here? I thought you were on vacation." Just once, he wished she could stay out of danger. Unfortunately, he really didn't have time to worry about that right now, either.
"Want to do something about all this?" he asked the two women. "I can't see shit past arm's length, the Tenements are coming down around our ears, and whatever the ever-flaming fuck that thing was - " no need to indicate what he meant - "is cutting a path straight through everything." And no fucking way was he facing it. He wasn't suicidal.