Yes.

[ in comes ground out and vicious, a tone that's much more familiar, coming from Andyr. the kind that says "i'm about to pull someone's lungs out through their stomach". it'd taken him a bit to get to them, but he'd known which ones it was. it helped that he'd lately been so passive at gloriana, they'd gone lax in watching over him.

their mistake. ]

One without eyes, one without a throat, the last with a bonesaw in his skull.

[ he'd been in ISO for a month after, having killed some of the lead science team for Gloriana, which had Hapsburg scrambling to make amends, but it'd been worth it.

he'd found himself doing a lot of favors for miray, through the years after that. usually because it meant benefiting alva, and half the time he'd hated himself for being so pathetic. and the other half could admit it wasn't just for him. as much as he'd acted the same around her sixth and seventh iterations and he always had, after the fifth, he couldn't look at her the same.

and now, here she is, and andyr can't watch her, when he hears her begin to weep. he's cold and he's distant and every inch of him wants to bolt from this room.

and yet, he finds himself offering some mild condolence. ]

She's safe, both of them. With Alva's parents, in Anchorage.