"When the lion is hungry, he does not ask permission to hunt."
— African proverb
...
'Hey, Zero, don't you think this arc has gone on for too long?' Zeke mused, eyes trailing across the strange, shimmering horizon of The Expanse.
{It's been seven days, ya know,} Zero's voice replied in his head.
'Seven days makes a week, and seven days makes me weak.'
{Hehe. I see what you did there.}
'Can't believe it's almost over. I can go back to sleeping without a care in the world.'
{That would be true—but the next arc is the Tower.}
'Can't I push it back?'
{The boys have gotten too strong to stay here. There's nothing left to stimulate them. And don't play nonchalant with me. You need to find the so-called relative.}
'I don't want to acknowledge a relative I have no recollection of.'
{Shut up, bitch. You have no recollection of anyone. That's the whole point. Going to the Tower means meeting them, so let's get on with it.}
