“Bullshit,” he said hoarsely, holding Castien’s gaze. “You don’t need him. I can give you anything he does, and more.” Castien’s throat moved. “You do not know what you are talking about, Eridan.” His voice was cold and uncompromising. “This conversation is over.” Eridan said, “No.” He felt the very air between them become charged with his Master’s anger.
ERIDAN, GURL
