“This is rubbish,” snarled Shivers through gritted teeth, sitting down on his crossed legs by the fire. His whole head was pulsing. “This is just… just rubbish!” “What’s rubbish?” gurgled Tul Duru, blood leaking from his cut throat as he spoke. “All this. Faces from the past, saying meaningful stuff. Bit fucking obvious, ain’t it? Couldn’t you do better’n this shit?”
