“The only reason you're still alive is because of the innocent kid you tried to murder,” one of the traitors hissed, but he couldn't tell the voice apart from the childish singsong that haunted him. “You should be kowtowing at his feet and offering to end your own miserable existence, like any moderately honorable warrior would. But the only thing you honor is the fucking filth you call duty, and there's no Agni-damned way I'm letting you anywhere near my brother again.”
“Teensy, flimsy, floor-licking Princey,” Nibui intoned, deliriously smug as the ugly fucker breathed out a puff of smoke-rage. “Hiding behind your momma's skirt, then your uncle's, and now your baby brother's. What, too weak to finish me off? Honestly…” A growl. “I'm insulted.”