"Thanks for the clarification," Tucker muttered. "I'll try not to miss, but I'm not making any promises here."

Reality was different, though; the bitter feelings against were Locus dying down in exchange for...this. All this. Who the hell had to live through this and make it out okay? This was fucking nightmare fuel to last a decade, maybe more; nothing that justified what happened, but it was a start. Who the fuck had to look at that zombie cockbite and just--

He took a deep breath and snuck out a little to have a look. The marble hadn't helped, and Tucker narrowed his eyes a little. "Hope you're good at working fast," he said, all confidence dripping from his words. "Because I might just finish before you do."

Fuck waiting for the thing; he was going out hunting as far away from York as he could possibly take it.