Arsen rolled his eyes. “Blah, Blah blah blah blah..listen. When you guys come back from the underworld perhaps in a shiny new set of skin, you can tell us all about how awful we are. But as of now, we don’t care what we are. We are familiar with what we have done and if we cared you’d see us sobbing like fools or thinking about our deeds and giving a shit.”
Xeno had to admit, the old one was entertaining, yet intimidating, hence not wanting to deal with her alone. “If you want us to go upstairs, fine. But we are taking the shiny young one within our grasp.”
Theon had raised a question. “Better things to do? But, I’m saddened to know that this isn’t entertaining enough for you. As far as that drug god goes it was fun beating the shit out of him. I would have fed him piece by piece to this dog that tends to like the meet of the people I burn, but I didn’t have time to move him.” He stated with a bit of a pout.
“So, as the old hag said. On with it.” Theon glared at Atropos. “In order I’d kill you first, but damnit you are going to be a tough one.”