“If you say so.” “Why are you so fucking concerned?” “Why aren’t you?” Ryatt counters. “We all saw her that night. She might look like a mountain on the surface, but she’s a volcano ready to erupt. And when she does, it’s not some small thing.” “She’s fine.” Ryatt doesn’t let it drop though. Not that I would expect him to. Half of his personality is arguing with me.
