Though it’s been man years, she wants to see her father. She knows damn well that Thane disappeared, that he disappeared a long time ago. Bane had disappeared a long time ago too. She has a hope that someone has herd from the strange man with the rattle in his chest, and the reason that there’s a chill on her shoulders. Father daughter relations weren’t their thing, but that was okay. She could still be curious. She could still demand information. Bane was big enough—they couldn’t push her around. They weren’t allowed to push her around. She won’t have it, even if she’s a girl. What a laugh. What a laugh a divide like this was.

She moves toward the Lagoon, a strange ache in her chest for her gold champagne brother. Bane and Stratton, final children, children of the damned god and the unholy ghost. That was what mattered. They had half siblings any direction in which you looked, but more importantly they had each other. They had each other until they didn’t. That was why she was here. She wanted her brother back, and if he was in this Lagoon, she would pull him out herself. It would be with claws and teeth, and Bane was okay with that. The rugged creature was brilliant.

Her head tosses and she yells. The green eyed monster wants someone to acknowledge her here, and she’s demanding it. They will come and see her. They will come answer her questions. She will not be patient, and she begins to move deeper into the strange place that reeks of sweat and something… something else. At least Bane can be someone else, something else, too. That’s the best part.