Can you not figure it out? You and my thief were friends now you are not. You destroy lives because you hold no value. Always hold value. You just don't care. Do they scream for you? Do you rip apart the time streams and see?
Not here.
He is here. Enemies. Those you turned on.
Changed from when you last saw. Three of them. One with drums. The crossing of time lines always interweaving.