"How dare ye." Castor hisses at the Empress. Her face is tight with rage, and she nearly snarls as she steps forward so to better be heard. "How dare ye make the choice like that. It ain't yours te make! Ye don't get te decide to jes end everythin' an' take us with ye!"

Castor was pretty sure she'd had this conversation before. She hoped Arbert and his friends were well, wherever they were.

"Ye fucked up, invitin' us all here. We ain't gonna take this lyin' down."