((The Monday Triple: page 2 of 3))
“Oh, did I ruin it?” said Germal innocently.
In an instant, Koh torpedoed into Germal and ripped one of his arms off. Germal shrieked as blood splattered across the corridor.
“REALLY?!” the man screamed. “WAS THAT NECESSARY?!”
Koh seemed content now, however, and had lain back down to start gnawing on his prize.
Germal gave a throaty groan as he tried in vain to stifle the bleeding with one hand. “Unbelievable. You realize, now we must arrange a meeting with Nerovoy? Which will put us behind schedule.”
Koh didn’t appear to care very much.
Emiliana had a handful of fresh questions, but she decided to start with the most courteous one. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, yes,” said Germal, sounding more annoyed than pained now. He pulled off his half-shredded overshirt and began trying to tie it around the open wound. “Heightened pain tolerance was one of my earlier modifications. I would highly recommend it, as soon as you are capable.”
Emiliana helped him finish wrapping it, more or less. She did know how to dress a wound properly, and that was most definitely not proper, but she supposed it didn’t matter so much for a servant. The main concern was just to avoid getting blood everywhere.
They decided to leave Koh alone after that.
Emiliana posed her next question while they walked. “So this Nerovoy is your reaper, then?”
“Yes,” said Germal.
“Why is... he or she not with you now?”
“He and I are rarely together,” said Germal. “The nature of our job keeps us very far apart.”
“What job is that?”
“Oh, it is quite dull. I doubt you would be interested.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
“Heh. If you must know, I am but a glorified paper boy.”