He’s pimply, not even in his twenties. He thinks he’s something because he’s got a gun and big hands and big shoulders. But the dumb fuck’s never seen a Telemanus in wargear or the Sovereign sitting there with a cup of tea and the weight of ten billion on her. He’s never seen Victra standing there like a god giving life to a baby that’d change the world if he ever got the chance to grow. If the dumb bastard did have a notion of his true size, he’d crumple up and die for understanding how petrifyingly small he actually is.
