Amma gasped, falling still. “Damien, are you saying I’m your friend?” He groaned, but did not stop alongside her. Being Amma’s friend was preferable, he supposed, to her adversary, but it didn’t feel quite right. At least, it wasn’t exactly what he wanted. Not that what he wanted mattered. “I did kick someone I’ve known since birth into a hole through existence and space at your behest, so you may define that however you see fit.”
