Thank you to all the SSS players. Your remarks mean the world to me. In this bit, Renold, a very confused man, is being lectured.
“Lyle has gifted me, a solitary being, more heartache than all my lives combined. I don’t like it when he yells, it frightens me, like your unhappy fingers do. I know he’s a twittering gosling lost in a gale, in need of his brother, but only pea-brained lemmings would assume a phoenix is capable of harm. Not ever…except…well, I have breathed in an occasional insect. They don’t always flutter when I spit them out.” Why was it going on like this? Bennu didn’t need to explain itself to a dirt crawler.