“Castor,” Alastair said telepathically. “For the love of all the gods, keep your mouth shut.” “My lips are sealed,” Castor responded. “I’m a sarcastic son of a bitch, but I’m not a complete idiot.” “Depends on the day,” Daman said. “Fuck you, Envy.” “Fuck you right back, Greed.” “We are so dead,” Bellamy added.
