( She will not kill Haiva, she will do nothing, this land dwelling woman, this bitch — and spitting, snarled: ) Liar. You said you will not let him hurt us, he will hurt as long as he breathes, he stole what kept us thriving. Our mirror glass, our sister!

( But this is no time for words, not when actions will avenge her. She wrestles, squirms and finally plunges, the sharp length of her claws searching to make home in whatever part of Caitlyn is closest. Her eyes would be good, plucked and eaten, then her tongue. )

Liar! Liar! I will kill you, kill everything you hold dear, everything you have, everything you are!

( Some might say, now is the time to run. )