A distant part of Karson, way in the back of his mind, wondered why the queen thought she had to censor a word as relatively inoffensive- and incredibly appropriate -as 'batshit' like she was in the company of a young child, but that part was so distant and had such an unimportant question that it didn't do more than pass through briefly, on out the door as soon as she went back to talking.
Instead, the biggest portion of his brain latched onto the 'two, maybe even three different incidents' part. He was expecting another fight before the ten thousand years ago one, but more than just that one? His other eyebrow joined the first, in alarm rather than confusion. "Has this happened that many times?"
If it's happened that often, when is it supposed to end?