Which also meant, when are you going to die so I can eat you?
You see the reason why the land and the waters can never coexist as one?
[You are exaggerating things.]
You are not the fucking one that they are saying such a thing to. Don't you fucking see the threat?
[...]
Roxy knew she couldn't fight. She had no claws. She had no fangs.
She had a broken rib and a System that was currently giving her a quest to make friends with the monster contemplating her mortality.
Think, Roxy. Think.
Then a light bulb flashed in her mind, and a brilliant idea was born into her mind.
"You're right," Roxy whispered, her voice trembling but clear. "I am dying down here. The air is stale. The food is raw. I'm a creature of the sun, and I'm fading."
Roxy tried to mimic how they say things here in the beastworld.
Nimue smirked, satisfied. She reached out a claw to poke Roxy's chest again. "So die quietly. Do not make a mess for my brother to clean up."
