"I am not a weapon," the Blood God snarled, hackles rising and eyes glowing with fury.

Soot didn't back down. He just stared him in the eye, unflinching. Normally, he admired that courage, but right now it was just irritating. "Then fucking act like it. You attack everything you see like some... some feral animal! I know you have more control than that, so why-"

He snarled again. "Who are you to question my actions?! You don't even have an entity!"

A wing extended between them before Soot could reply. "Quit fighting," Phil snapped. "It's not gonna help with any of this shit." He folded his wings against his back, then added, "Get some rest, Soot. You look like hell."

The Blood God's eyes shifted to Soot's face. He looked... angry, yes, but exhausted too.

Come to think of it, Tommy had been quieter too, less energetic. Everyone had- except him and Phil. He felt a wave of guilt. None of the new recruits were used to the kind of relentless travel that they were were.

The Blood God's shoulders slumped. And I didn't even notice...