“The imposter,” Zanj shouted over her shoulder, over the wind, over the sound of blaster fire, “threw my friends in jail because they stood up to her! Does that sound like something I’d do?” “Yes,” Viv admitted. “Definitely,” Gray said. Hong nodded. “If you were in a bad mood,” Xiara said. “Or a good one. Or just a mood, generally.” “I hate you all.”
