“Please,” she said, “enough people have died. Don’t make it worse.” Vengeance’s voice softened, and it lowered its head to be level with Bitter’s. “Don’t worry, child. We will make it better.” It sounded like it was trying to be kind, and somehow that made it even more terrifying. “If you hurt people, it’s like I’s the one hurting them, don’t you see? Because I made you.” Vengeance drew its head back sharply. “You did not make me, child. You brought me through.” Half of its eyes flickered. “There is a difference.” Its smoke rippled. “Time passes. The hunt must begin. Will you come?”
