Kore (thought): It’s him! It’s him!
Kore: Rafael?!
Narration (Kore): Xander is half a mile away.
Marozi: You’re on a hair trigger today. That went so much better the first time.
Kore: You really need to work on you ‘pretending to be human social skills’.
Marozi: Ack!
Marozi: Ack!
Kore: Oh come on! You’re not hurt. It’d take legions of enemies to hurt you and then only if your lord would permit it.
Kore: Or have I got you all wrong?
Marozi: Half wrong. Half right.
Marozi: A little more than legions don’t be insulting.
Marozi: You on the other hand are either spoiling for a fight or foolishly thinking you can do something to stop this riot.
Marozi: You’re interfering with my boy. He’s got it covered.
Kore: Your boy is out there publicly executing criminals. However much I agree with his strong sense of justice…
Kore: I don’t think it’s the best way to convince the crowd to stop eating each other. Or weren’t you aware of the cannibalism incident an hour ago.
Kore: Don’t worry, Ves stopped her before I got a chance too. Crazy lady bit a chunk out of her six-year-old nephew’s arm and ate it. What’s going to happen in another hour?
Kore: We’ve got to get a handle on this riot before they all kill each other.