"It's not my fault!" He yelled after him. He sighed. "...for once. Always one to act without a fucking explanation." Osi walked in and fetched the little bit of what he brought. "Let's leave those two alone. Obviously what he wants." He talked to himself.
"Master, are we leaving?" Bitter stood at the door.
"Why do you care? I just got my brother to beat your ass for my own amusement. You can drop the act."
"What act? You are my master. You forged me, cared for me, and I acted as your weapon to protect you. I serve the same function, except now I am given flesh. No amount of abuse or hatred can change that." Bitter kneeled before Osiris. Osiris just stared.
"Wow. You are seriously whacked in the brain."
"My orders?"
"We're going back to the base." Osi got his guns and made sure they were loaded. "I'm not the only one wound tight here, you feel that, right?" Bitter got up, stretching and cracking his neck.
"Part of me is still stuck inside him. My blade dissolved, but it was never removed, so I know what he's planning."
"How bad is it gonna be?"
"We were down there for a short while. You know how large his forces are. And that was just in The Violent Circle. There's still 8 more." Osi held his head.
"Fuck, seriously?" He grabbed Kasio's last bottle of vodka. Who knew he had so much?
"I do not lie about something this serious, I assure you."
"Then we need to hurry the fuck up." Osi cracked open the door to Vi's room. "We're leaving ahead of you. Don't take too long, alright? See ya." He went up to Kasio and handed him a bit of cash. "Go stock up again. Thanks for the booze and company." Bitter was already outside, on all fours. He was shifted into his cat form, except he was much, much larger. Osi's wings spread and they took off to the base as fast as possible.