Pride smiled as he leaned back on his throne.
"I'd been letting them live as training fodder for my forces, but they'd crossed the line, so they had to go."
Wrath's maleficent glare stayed pinned on Pride.
"Now, usually we go in a circle at first. But let me ask this, Pride, do you know where Patience went?"
"Where are your manners, tin can. A 'please' would have been nice."
Wrath sighed.
"I said, 'Let me ask this.' That's practically the same thing."
"Is that so?" Pride scratched his chin. "In that case… I have no idea where she went, but she is no longer on Triton."
"I see."
"No word of thanks for my magnanimous grace in sharing my knowledge?"
Wrath clicked his tongue.
"Acknowledgement of inferiority is repulsive. And those who revel in thanks are no better than the offenders who give it."
Pride chuckled, then clapped.
"Well said, Wrath! Finally, something we can agree on."
The red beams in Wrath's eyes flared.
"You live off praise; you're the worst offender."
