“Gathrriel.” It felt like all the air was sucked from the room. “No fucking way.” I shook my head. “I expected this battleworn warrior, not whatever the fuck you are.” “I am you. You are I.” My lip curled. “Last I checked, my horns stayed on the inside or…” I waved my hand in dismissal. “That’s not important. So you’re saying you’re an Ig’Morruthen? Like me?” “Not one. The first.”
