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Exiled? Oh well, at least here he was, back in the Pitt, where he as a stinky Pittian belonged. He rolled his optics, still limping, wounds burning and causing a grimace to split his lips. Right now all he could think of was his anger, his anger for the Coalition, for Romulus. He had respected the other but apparently he thought he was all high-and-mighty once Sojourn fell unconscious. Who was he to rule, to hop into leadership position?
Without realising it he had trodded into familiar territory, only noticing how cold it was once his paws touched sand. "Fuck me, what happened here?" He murmured, slightly shocked, maw apart to taste the air for someone familiar, Dante perhaps.
Shuffling noise greeted him and he turned to look to the side, smiling wearily in a hello. "I'm back. Where's Aine?" Rude, maybe, but he had no thoughts for that right now. The Bloodlust was teetering on edge, the only thing that was fuelling him on and keeping his paws working. He stank of the Coalition, stank of blood and sweat and enemy tears. Fucking Romulus, thinking he could take over.

#psychosocial.