[he doesn't like hearing that, the rough cadence to his kid's voice. Herc tips his head back against the wall, an illusion of rest, when he's still hyper alert— even in a relatively safe area]
Gotta bunch of those suckers breathing poison into the air. Got the goddamn kraken plugging up all the lines.
( w5. d2 | audio )
Gotta bunch of those suckers breathing poison into the air. Got the goddamn kraken plugging up all the lines.