Do it, a voice said in his thought-cage. Kill her. His eyes snapped to Rotta, who was staring intensely at him. But she is my friend, Biórr told the voice. She is already dead, but you might yet live. We are survivors, you and I. Do what you need to do to survive. Biórr hovered one more moment, and then he stepped forwards and plunged his spear into Kráka’s throat.
I know it was necessary but it still sucks :'( poor kráka
