[It is later, after the chaos has died down, that Mortis approaches her old comrade, alone for a moment. The glow of a campfire illuminates her pale face. She crouches beside him, poking a stick into the fire. She speaks nonchalantly, as if nothing much had happened since the last time they toed the same line.]
I keep wondering when they're going to let me kill you. [She turns to grin at him, her teeth brilliant white against the dark stain of her lips. Her face is dramatic, striking, beautiful.] Or if I'll get to watch while Wither does.
MORTIS - Kayt - For John, Kevin too!
I keep wondering when they're going to let me kill you. [She turns to grin at him, her teeth brilliant white against the dark stain of her lips. Her face is dramatic, striking, beautiful.] Or if I'll get to watch while Wither does.