She spat on the floor. “I hate selfless heroes.”
“Give it back, boy,” growled Captain Vee, her voice a scrape of rust and rage. She stood twenty feet away, her crew fanning out across the swaying bridge. Her left arm was a hydraulic claw, steaming in the downpour. “That Heart belongs to the Spire Rats. We bled for that map.” Natra Phan 2
“The Heart goes there,” Lin said, pointing. She spat on the floor